Two uninterrupted pink lines like
Emotionless mouths
Where two life-sustaining, tempting
circles used to be, feeling
grasps of every intent.
circles used to be, feeling
grasps of every intent.
There is no new normal;
The phrase itself is a farce.
Thankful for life and symmetry,
After years of pining over perfection.
Grasps of every intent – yes. Thank you, Dolly. Thank you, Marilyn.
There is often indicates poor writing in prose, but in this poem it works like a charm.
Really liked the poem, and the brevity. It’s frighteningly stark in its honesty, especially to one who hasn’t been there.
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