Bright Eyes

July 4, 2016
By emily.rose4 PLATINUM, Louisville, Kentucky
emily.rose4 PLATINUM, Louisville, Kentucky
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Bright eyes.
messy hair in the morning
and clumps that fall out in the shower
when the cleaning lady comes.

Pale skin.
metaphors extended a little too far left
and not high enough right.
words that jump recklessly off
the tip of a thick flesh tongue.
syllables that gurgle in the cauldron
in the back of the throat
and makes noises a little too shaky.

Knobby elbows.
words spoken in my ear at age ten
a little too sharp to wrap my arm
around someone’s neck
no wonder I bruise so easily.

Train tracks.
every other limb mistaken
for a railroad, the kind
the damsel is always tied to
the kind that pounds
rhythmic sentence structure
and uses slant rhyme
for a warning.

Atomic bomb.
inside my chest, didn’t
they ever tell you not to trust
a girl with a time stamp
or a sell-by date
with an unreadable anticipation
and expectation
to explode.
a girl
with bright eyes.

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