Brown hair that smells of vanilla lavender.
Lipstick that sets fire to my lips.
Curves that ensure childbirth at will.
6:00 pm was a drug that kept a most innocent sailor intoxicated as he washed ashore.
As I found a trespass upon my heart that unforgiving afternoon in December I wept like a child.
A counterfit love that entered into matrimony without regard for the destruction it left in it's wake.
Is it better to have loved and lost?
A most hateful indiscretion to never again see the fog of the morning to come.
She could not have ensured her demise more assuredly without eating a pistol on a bed of full of unclipped thorns.
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Author:
Michaelpoet (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2023 22:02
- Category: Short story
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It took that turn at the end and the tone set me aback. It’s a story though and I honor that my surprise notwithstanding. Hoping it’s allegorical and not actual
It's just something I wrote without any inspiration from a real life event
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