Wounded Sigh
...Your words burped toxins.
Like water, I quenched my thirst.
A portion too hexed to gulp,
I choked in travesty of devotion.
My favourite promises are broken ones.
My solace, found in empty wo...
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Categories:
sempiternally, angst, black love, break
Form: Free verse
Not Like a Figwort
...Not like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercup
with sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech,
an ash if his books sell. Quick shake hands. Zach's bald ok...
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Categories:
sempiternally, blue, books, flower, fruit,
Form: Verse