AfternoonA Poem by AmarantaAbout when I cut off all my hair in the summer time.(2:56 PM) The sink was black with hair Heat suffocated my senses The cuffs around my ankles rubbed against my bones Death grabbed my face And kissed me hard. © 2014 Amaranta |
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Added on November 18, 2014 Last Updated on December 10, 2014 Tags: poem, poetry, speculative |