Wednesday, January 27, 2016

from per. 4 on Mon., Jan. 25th

Bright red roses
slowly losing
their lives.

Contained
in glass
to see where
their destroyer
made the
slice
to end
an already
short life.

For what?

For love.


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Sinking
in red velvet
comforter.

Are you watching?

Are you still watching?

Black symbols encased
by snow
on a blood red backdrop.


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I lock eyes with
oppressed dirt
on white lineoleum tiles.

Scared, shy, & grossed out.

The smell of lettuce
belonging on sandwiches
wafts down the hall.


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