Painting the Town Red
In her resting place — she’d toy
with shadows, matchsticks
and glow in the dark paint.
Out and about — she’d fly
through the night, wax her teeth
and loudly sip her straw.
A mordacious-red stain upon her tongue.
1/29/2018
Brian Strand’s Premiere Contest 125
Sevenling Poem
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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