April
April took the best of everything
anesthetic corpses, love killed love
Bruised all over before it fell from the tree
buried again, body untasted but the seeds are everlasting
The only way to unlock the cage, to be covered in dirt
to sleep
to escape
Fingerless gloves hiding protruding
tired veins
In the uncomfortable heat
brother, you got me wrong
yet I paid that debt somehow
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2019
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