blurred vision
eyes dry
smudged black day old eye liner
redness makes the blue even bluer
lips parched
with a head ache splitting in two
stopped at a red light
car idling
found myself with the help of a super spy kit
uncovering a fingerprint left
disappearing moment
reappearing later on this small wrist
left haphazardly
with aggression
with wiped away tears
small reminders of a breath stolen
a secret whispered back to her
in 8mm film
choppy
details are limited
things chosen to be remembered
interlaced with
some adolescent embarassment
what it felt like
to hear the word, beautiful
allowing it to sink in
beyond skin deep
drawing pictures
on the window from the insides
watching them fog over again
1 comment:
the flow of this is sickly good. and those last few lines, a great closing.
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