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She dabs the ducts of each eye with twirled tissue in hand Sky blue eyes lost to oceans of tears Angry waves never allowed to crash into cheeks She swallows lump after lump So that the black of lashes don't mix with blue So that when she leaves my room it is as if there was not a drop of water on this planet in her body You can see the longing within her gaze when she feels the crisp cobalt threaten to release Am I the gatekeeper? To this tsunami of a girl Tissue after tissue crumpled smashed between cushions Her soft small palms left to catch raining tirade Dabbing gently as to not expose a non-cover-girl-face As to not expose the dark circling sharks under iris 100mph blinking Tepees of tissues blackened sleeves Lashes sweeping lakes of aches You avoid eye contact don't let me see the emerald that creeps up with the hazel of your shattered sight The divorcee sizes up my ringed left hand The tormented parent sizes up my pristine smile The assaulted lesbian sizes up my gender con-formative garb The privileged heterosexual white male sizes up my rack The elder sizes up my certificate And that plush khaki couch of mine... it's all that's left of me by the end of week Stuffed with tears Some of them shed
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Khaki Couch
She dabs the ducts of each eye with twirled tissue in hand Sky blue eyes lost to oceans of tears Angry waves never allowed to crash into cheeks She swallows lump after lump So that the black of lashes don't mix with blue So that when she leaves my room it is as if there was not a drop of water on this planet in her body You can see the longing within her gaze when she feels the crisp cobalt threaten to release Am I the gatekeeper? To this tsunami of a girl Tissue after tissue crumpled smashed between cushions Her soft small palms left to catch raining tirade Dabbing gently as to not expose a non-cover-girl-face As to not expose the dark circling sharks under iris 100mph blinking Tepees of tissues blackened sleeves Lashes sweeping lakes of aches You avoid eye contact don't let me see the emerald that creeps up with the hazel of your shattered sight The divorcee sizes up my ringed left hand The tormented parent sizes up my pristine smile The assaulted lesbian sizes up my gender con-formative garb The privileged heterosexual white male sizes up my rack The elder sizes up my certificate And that plush khaki couch of mine... it's all that's left of me by the end of week Stuffed with tears Some of them shed
Clients and tears and ****** assault and feminism and **** this world
lucanna
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
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