It is the waking step you miss dreaming.
The gap between the train and platform, just

big enough for your thigh. An empty
desk in class with flowers atop, like a crown.

What you find when you spread her legs,
look in her eyes. The end of pages in a book.

When your teeth eat into your lips, burrows
into the tongue. The space where your voice hides

in when you can’t find it, unwilling
to be coaxed out, like a petulant child.




Rom = room, space etc

Felht = missing
pls crit, I want to improve my writing 

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