Electra

He took you to Sweden, you
know the maps too well,
sprawl thin like the ripply
grooves of fingerprints
left on your skin—so much
like yours when you watch
them writhe, in dark hours
and— sleep like sleep-like
fire oh. oh.
oh. oh. oh.

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