I fled the house
Gathered a wonderfully baked wedding ring
to make my love
a possession,
procession.
an unwanted thing
a one way gate
Flowers gathered,
scared into wilting.
We wandered around
town.
Hills left us winded,
Spewing frothing profanities
A tree
caught me,
like it's cliff home
and all the rustic houses
empty like the season.
Night slunk from the ground
and a sex moon
I missed the delicious flan
and beautiful laughter
a full body chime
A discomforting hug
clung as used oil
and dirt
and night, was finished in
cheese burger packages.
Author notes
I am so tired... gonna fix it I swear! You read all my old ones so I made a new one.
A contest entry
- Wisdom Teeth Blues: Indulge me, Please? by broken-colours.
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