smoldering solitude
between the distance
of my winged eyes,
creates hazardous aura-
as I paint
charcoal stains
down my chin
to this cheap sequenced dress.
•
the tequila swab
did nothing to stop
the birds
from rupturing my ribcages.
•
I end up
open palmed
in the solitude of
a distorted imagery.
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Ink Stains
PoesíaA collection of musings from my heart that doesn't stick to a certain genre but mostly writes on heartbreak, depression, sadness, loneliness... of course masked under heavy abstract and metaphorical imageries. It might not be your simple poem to...
