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316 · Sep 2016
Hung flowers
Frank Hampton Sep 2016
raspberry lips on sweet cream skin
you cut your eyes over your shoulder
to gaze at me in the mirror & my heart could cease beating

arrested under your glare & sinew
pressed to bone as those eyes
squeeze me dry like hung flowers
I know I'll be left to endure the
winter alone
as your gaze averts & returns to the task
of applying your cheeks
and sending me to hell
with your silence

— The End —