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Marion Johnson

A switchback blade

and a drip of honey

Coated behind

every word left unsaid

 

Your eyes sit,

red like crystals

Suffocated from sunset clouds and

my breath,

then blown on the ocean

Two blue bruises on your arm sweat

and the bottle in ur left hand rises

as it drips from your mouth like honey

Four words you’ve never heard

and my rose petal lips shutter

as you wilt under me

I feel the cold bottle glass on my skin

as you wrap those arms around my legs

You scream stay

I stand

 

Rather tree trunk like,

unmoving

 

While those ruby eyes of yours

shatter

as I walk away

  • Author: Marion Johnson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2021 11:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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