Taste the dust and the
poverty in your mouth
Coat your lips with its grime
and hope that it will
please the monster at the end
of your tongue’s trail
The one that cannot be denied -
yet can never be satisfied.
So why you even try
bemuses me, one without
You smear your lips with red,
chap your cheeks with pink and
tug on my skirt with pretty eyes,
saying with a childish stutter
“I’m going to work with my mother”
and you leave to the streets
of red lights, unhesitatingly.
Am I the only one who sees you?
Skeletons that form like twigs and keys
fragile things that bend and break
fragile things that can’t last the night
or fight the cold or say no to pain
Fragile things with no shadows –
No one will ever see them.
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