her eyes are crochet pillows upon a peach couch
that is subsequently her face
red and puffy and not very comfortable
there are only two blues;
her irises
and the gloom that she feels every day
are you ok?
what happened?
people ask as they pass her on the street
nothing
she says
im allergic to something
she adds
what?
they ask
she do not know
though she has the inkling of an idea
that she is in fact
allergic to unwanted attention
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC
her eyes are crochet pillows upon a peach couch
that is subsequently her face
red and puffy and not very comfortable
there are only two blues;
her irises
and the gloom that she feels every day
are you ok?
what happened?
people ask as they pass her on the street
nothing
she says
im allergic to something
she adds
what?
they ask
she do not know
though she has the inkling of an idea
that she is in fact
allergic to unwanted attention
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