real pearls
flat against my chest
red lips
pursed against
your absent
mouth
and painted
nails
holding
a rubberband
you buried
in-between
my index fingers
slowly i pull
it into the
edges of
space
snap!
my fingers
lose you
why did you
close the casket
when i was still
breathing?
why did i wear
my best party
dress to a
life gone deadly wrong?
Saturday, April 9, 2011
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