Blue lips in the rain create a
mysterious fog of hairspray
So relax
Bags clasped at the waist
face pulled down into a frown of sorts
Of different colored finger, nails
each represents another resentment
a failed conclusion based on
backwards enlightenment
Fly up above the stratospheres
of cumulonimbus fears
of rage, of hurt, of wait until
the right moment for just desserts; she says
as if behind a concrete veil, like swamp thing sails
into the wind, into the distance, into oneself
to emerge as one self
a cookie cutter reminder of how to lose oneself
in love, or what you thought it was
escape
whose grass roots words
were cut by the thesaurus
edited out by logic
yet emotions brought them back
from the dead
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