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Nothing to Trace Back
Forrest Lindsey
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Forrest Lindsey
Apr 25, 2026
I told her, I’m sorry, I can’t remember how
you died as our bodies gravitated toward
one another. So close, yet, not touching for it
is the day of love and we are not lovers just
friends that fuck. She, a doe unskinned, blood
splashed in her lashes. She, wearing my lingerie
and falling into me, faded on blue. Cerulean oval
unforgiving, she forgets to kiss me as she searches
for oblivion.
Cover image by Ava William
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