"Grounded"
how can
your mouth
(that soft red lipped mouth)
issue the
razor sharp ego-crushing
weighted bludgeoning
torment
with but a puff of breath?
perhaps it's the added
velocity of hardly
hidden contempt
that makes it so
much more
emasculating.
Labels: buried, cemetery images, grounded, lensbabies, lovesongs, photography, poetry, regret, relationship


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