She keeps his words stowed safely
in her pocket on a fraying string
Sometimes he adds to them, but she
only tucks them away again, until it
is time for them to be shown to the world.
It’s the same place she hides the scars,
or the faded photograph she used
to kiss each night.
Lip gloss hides the cuts on her lips
from where she’s gnawed them
in expectation,
Waiting for him to rescue her,
but all that’s forthcoming is the
lemon juice squeezed on her open wounds,
She keeps his words stowed safely
in her pocket on a fraying string, and one
day she’ll tie the ends together
and slip into the self-made noose, assuming
he’ll be on the other end to catch her.
Author notes
another little experimental type deal thing...*shrugs*
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