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Why
July 30, 2009
twirling
she swung her hair flapping around her, alive like butterflies
her eyes were blank,
the color of light,
blind and winding circles like planes in the skyline
she sighed, the ache in her thighs and burn of the lies she felt
like she was dying
crawling, seeping out to feel his whispers
rubbing rubbery along hers
as he melted off, peeling back red and puddling beneath
like silver,
pooling in wells of slippery truth
studded with hollow cries
not again, she thought. and then she was lost
© Sarah M., Phoenix, AZ
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