.
"stop
wait"
in her
peplum spaghetti crop top
y
daisy dukes
y
flip flops
y
auburn tressez dancing with thuh
wind
with one digit
hern enraptured mine
with hern purty mitt's
digit
i know'd it when
i see'd she
i
were gonna
sin
i’m splitting at the seams.
torn,
one arm gently pulls, the other yanks-
violently.
never a moment of silent bliss,
i bite my lip until crimson liquid seeps out the corners of my mouth
and drips
staining my peplum top.
distant memories creep into my mind to warn of the shame i’ll find
in this game of hide-and-seek
if i let them see that my smile isn’t real
and my blood prefers to stay in my veins.
So I don’t stop.
I move my lips into position
and wipe the blood from my chin.
And press ‘play’ on the cassette tape that reads:
"of course I’m happy",
because I can’t form those words myself.
Coffee maker,
Toaster, blender,
Dish rack: black.
Peplum suit, black
Suede shoes at
Fifties' wedding,
Black lace nightie
For nuptial bedding,
Closet full of midnight
Dresses. Why does
She love black? is
Anybody's guesses.
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