Bangs

BANGS

dyed-up bangs over my face like prison bars
fine, without fizz
i need a facelift 
tiger’s eyes, striated, squinches
the familiar room seems faceless
dim
the din of one trapped
guilty of nothingness
a pin drops
no one hears in the dark grass

9/5/2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Faulkner Avatar
September 6, 2018 at 2:00 PM
My favorite line 'familiar room seems faceless' - great contrast, also like 'guilty of nothingness,' so evocative!
Rodrigues Avatar
September 6, 2018 at 8:00 PM
Thank you, Michelle!
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