usurp my surp. sticky.

I’m sorry, perhaps-
I was wrong.
Stubborn tends to be a trend
I’m all too unfamiliar with
in my state.
Counselor, correct me.
I’m just seeking guidance, but not
grade school therapeutics.
She dots her T’s and
crosses her eyes. I do-
not follow.

 

My hand was slapped
upside my cheek.
Chocolate chip memories melt
as my heart unseams.

 

Brisk winds on the coattail of
open wounds.
Raw and unsurprisingly
repugnant.
Red gush. burn.
yellow jacket.

 

Clown lines-frown lines.

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