Brooke
Brooke: my licorice baby.
Fire in those eyes and caramel hair.
Death has done us part.
So sad. The face
Glows.
With Radiation and Malnutrition, with
Gluttony and Pride
My Deus Ex Machina
My bloody sunrise
My darling butterfly
My river of mysterious red liquid.
Oh,
Brookie: my anti-husk
An eyed individual with
Dark hairs around the eyes
And a nose that carries immense weight.
Lightest skin
Most wonderful to be inside.
I want your hair in my mouth.
Copyright © Adrian Franklyn | Year Posted 2026
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