(no) v ritchie never acquainted myself with (no) she seemed so impolite not at all ladylike i whispered her name a few times when she should have been a roar sticky fingers held her down hollowed
her
out
left our carved smiles on the porch to rot
Here We Go Again John Chakos / “Fun Times”
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Melissa Morales Salt on a fresh cut Prickling down to the crevices on my skin Unspoken words dragging backwards Clawing their way back down the bottom of my throat Wisps of emotion burned out By the stomp of your foot and a halfhearted smile