Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Friday, December 26, 2014
Jealousy
Fire in the eye
a clasp on the mouth by the upper lip-
silence roasts her alive
jealousy, a lick of flames on her ankles.
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