Daughter
Across one thousand
miles of wire
your counterfeit smile
races
grips my throat
smirking
like
the enemy:
Hand of my flesh
Reaching from the phone
Slathering
fashionable
lies.
I need
to bathe.
I ache
to smash
the ****** receiver now
To hold
until I crush
You
My beloved Mirror...
This mirror
where I used to find
my
self
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
Daughter
Across one thousand
miles of wire
your counterfeit smile
races
grips my throat
smirking
like
the enemy:
Hand of my flesh
Reaching from the phone
Slathering
fashionable
lies.
I need
to bathe.
I ache
to smash
the ****** receiver now
To hold
until I crush
You
My beloved Mirror...
This mirror
where I used to find
my
self