my lipstick
on the mirror
stretch fingertips
toward truest feels
jar the numb
as I smear
the color me
from wrought fists
wringing heart
cheerleading
through conjoined
memoir dreamscapes
forged with helix lips
spinning ourglass
to shift the sands
while I stifle
these cries
steeped
in stab
for the
greatest good
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
my lipstick
on the mirror
stretch fingertips
toward truest feels
jar the numb
as I smear
the color me
from wrought fists
wringing heart
cheerleading
through conjoined
memoir dreamscapes
forged with helix lips
spinning ourglass
to shift the sands
while I stifle
these cries
steeped
in stab
for the
greatest good
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