9.03.2018

Lover


Blood
red
lipstick
brightening
her cannibal mouth,
dewy-fresh cheeks, a grinning fool
for love, for everything she’s lost,
    purposely avoids.

5 comments:

  1. Congratulations!! A seven liner Fibonacci poem, thirteen syllables. This one is so neat, I'd like to see your story continue, you could back it down for a happy rescue. Or eorse
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  2. oh, how absolutely stunning - absolutely biting, edgy - so few words and they scream of a story! wow.

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  3. Oh, that cannibal mouth is startling ... and then you complicate the picture unexpectedly; she is more wounded than ruthless.

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  4. Things really got interesting at the cannibal mouth...then the grinning fool.. then the hopeless ending. Why do I relate to this so much?

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