Formaldehyde

I hold you

behind glass. I gaze into your eye

by eye and cradle your hand in my lap. Your lips float like clouds and your breasts are mounted and perfect. On the wall

hangs a full-bodied picture of you

before jars.

You were mine

before you knew. I wrenched you away.

Detaching you from the rest of the world, I suspended you in time, as innocent and pure as a promise

that I would be with you forever

piece by piece.

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