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Vicky Evans
Poems
Feb 2016
Be the flower
Hands as delicate as a porcelain doll
Coated in a pungent perfume of blood,
Reminiscent of the overbearing cologne
That graces his person.
Pigments, as vibrant as a wild peacock,
Coat his clothing in a skirmish of colours,
Each one more garish than the last.
A false harmony.
Eyes the colour of a Sweet Osmanthus
That, over time, has been left in the sun,
To wither along with the humanity
Behind the eerie eyes that are
Constantly leering at the world,
Hiding under a veil of sweetness
Thatβs as sugary as syrup, waiting
Till his prey returns.
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Vicky Evans
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