Baby
her lips were as red
as her hair. her brows
furrowed. valleys dug into
her forehead. caked in
blemish-cover. My eyes
seek her realities.
her jeans were rolled
up her shins, darkened
legs unshaved. suddenly,
she looked like lost
icons. her makeup cracked.
underneath, her blemishes
radiated.
Words
- Kyle Edward Harris
- "That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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