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jae Mar 2020
one drink
turns to few
experiences
no longer new
walking
to the bar in lieu
of a taxi number
nobody knew

white
on her lipstick blue
hair
in her face oh you
missed your nose so you
must try harder to
pick up your key and
make your debut
jae Mar 2020
she falls softly at his feet
gentle strokes lapping upon sand
touching white seafoam skin against her own
a soft touch of a lover’s hand

crushing through pink ribs
how heavy her footsteps tread
his broken, ribbed teeth pressed further, further into grit
yet no salted blood to shed

‘not many people stay this long,’ he says
‘they tell me i’m too cold.
they say i’m rough, unforgiving, a menace,
that my emotions are not controlled.’

her hair is long enough to graze his skin
and slithers of emerald bones wrap her toes
‘let me tell you a story,’ she whispers
of what no other ocean knows.’

‘my mother came to you years ago
she outstayed her welcome too,
in your cool embrace she took her slumber
in life, in death, with you.’
jae Mar 2020
not a thing that i could say
that could make you go away
blew a raspberry red
dribbled on your bed
but you love me anyway

— The End —