An audacious expression alleviates the burden
of a cheap insult, escalating the blow
of another, you're a fucking loser.
Bitterness cues up a saucy grin
left drifting in the bittersweet tide
of a solitary Carolina sky,
leaving excuses for the chandelier's wolves
that fell when she slammed the door.
Even the warmth couldn't melt
her icy heart with a humid drop
of sweat on the side of an apology,
dripping from her lips.
Love leaks through her fury;
tangled in bed like two losers,
falling in and out of love
without a sense of shame.
(© 2020 AC)
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Dusting Off Dreams
RomanceHannah's grandmother passed away, and while boxing her belongings in the attic, she notices a journal about her grandmother's life and her short stories. Hannah realizes her grandmother understood what she was going through. Margo feels horrible for...
