horn-rimmed (sugar sweet) beautiful

January 24, 2010
your neon clothes might as well scream “open!”
a buzzing sign:

your grey-wash eyes mask the
grand canyon half-moons
reclining underneath.

bruised lightly like the
ripest of fruits.
left for days.

baby, you smell sweet,
but upon further

you’re rotten.

i want to cuff your sleeves.
blue lips.
you were so proud of your scars.

what if i said
(i have them too?)

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