Clouds copyright
Cyni Poeti 2019
Her lips remain lonely
Lipstick the color of a mutilated heart
She lifts her fingers to her mouth
and smears the red war paint
Where his adoration should have landed
Only her childhood tainted clouds pushed the
world away
White fleshy wounds with downward smiles
Humiliation is on her shoulder
Her eyes fall on magnificence
She watches others their limbs, heads , the
perfection of flesh
Crocodile smiles , deaths dance
Wrapped in humor and intellect
Her throat has the dirty little secret
Of her filth
There are reasons why there is nothing
No adoration
Alone in the corner she painted for herself
In the exhaustion of life
Ripped open bleeding lips in front of emptiness
White walls of missed opportunities
Glare
She holds melting lipstick in her hands
The wax pulp a carcass of what she needed
And never asked for.
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