the sculpted lines around your eyes
chiselled dimples cavernous reminders
of something less than
satisfaction
maybe i pulled at your strings
too hard smothered you with disregard
made you believe in things
i could never follow through
things like this: me you
i shunned the things my mother said
about love about me
ripped girls like you from throat to chest
with nothing / everything but affection
gave them everything / nothing they’d crave without sincerity
isn’t that just like me?
tomorrow doesn’t exist,
you see
Header photograph © Darlene Anita Scott.
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