Blunt

I could
-perhaps.

The softness calls
There are voices in
the thin night.

Chemical smiles
and metallic skin.
What a taste we are.

I could
-perhaps;

misted,
dewed,
waking.
Comatose in her head.

She feels the nothing.
It feels like cold silk
on her cold skin.

Liquorice kisses
and the bones and skin.
What a waste we are.

I could
-perhaps

protect you.

LDeM

Blunt

LuciaDeMure

St. Albans, United Kingdom

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Sometimes when it’s blunt
it’s best

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