the song I sang for you slipped
on a distant bank beneath cold stars
on a distant bank beneath cold stars
into the river with my new bikini bottoms
that couldn’t do a thing for us I took you
that couldn’t do a thing for us I took you
and one blue canvas shoe
out with a sharp blade
out with a sharp blade
shaped like pride
my blood the last thing
before I changed my mind
I am so happy to have discovered you in the NaPoWriMo participants. I love your style and use of stark imagery.
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