Contacts
clarity seeps the wound
the flip phone missing digits
a womb infused with violet hues
it's quiet till it fidgets
happenstance and bruise
it swells for martyr avenues
the screen is cracked yet vivid
seed in purple
seized usurper
seems the impact killed it
Copyright © Constant Ly | Year Posted 2022
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