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Marlo
Poems
Dec 2012
That Girl
What I saw behind the glass was a flawless delicacy, perfection
was illusion crafted with the sweet artistry of the muses
And now as my blood starts to mix with hers
I taste her little secrets on my tongue
like store-bought cupcakes.
Sweet as can be.
I learn to keep them
from my friends to pretend her blood
is not seeping into the spaces between my veins
But I will give those sugary sweet secrets to her dear ones
through my laugh, my smile, in careful silences,
it is the easiest game, a simple charade,
they are just lies about me.
Sweet as can be.
I cover them in sprinkles,
I ice over the bumps which are so
distasteful to your pursed-lip delicate palate
Yes, she has crafted me with all her delicacy, flawlessly
I am now perfection when she looks at me through the glass.
Written by
Marlo
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