You thought I didn't notice
back in our favorite mall's
clothing boutique that just
softly opened, we were
scavenging through pastel
shirts and we would still
go for the grim-themed ones
and as our fingers establish
treaty, you didn't know how
many new colors were added
to the spectrum and the new
species of butterflies discovered
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PoetryI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
