ㅤㅤ LOVE: IN THE COLLARBONES CARVED FOR THE LOVER’S LIPS What once enfolded itself on the sleeves later devoured the flesh; love gnawed and feasted on every lining of meat. It then begins to corrupt from the flesh to the tendon; bones littered all over the floor, untied themselves from the limbs where kisses once inhabited. Between the leftover faith of once seemingly unabated devotion and the unfaltering guilt, expiration stretched its hand out— amassing all the bones to the ever-yearned deathbed. Of those who were buried down, overlapping each other in the bottomless pit, demise proves to be an intimate union between the two, has it not? ㅤㅤ