Glissade

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

Had I become a roaming syringe deployed by the federal government to inject pregnancies?

But I saw my father’s face in their words, his bulging forehead, his yellow eyeballs that widened in their sockets each time he was furious. I remember challenging him to a fist fight.

Everything was planned. She had forced death’s hand to travel from left to right.

Now every alphabet of your mis-branding is peeled  away by the salt of time

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