jaded you danced through my head today at work a man leaned over and spit on the floor he doesn’t live anywhere not the same smile as years ago my hair curled over my ears and shined white my feet with golden sandals my wings i flew mouth would smile wet and red baby kisses skin was smooth, stark white but not now the rag smears spit in circles as an arid smile spreads across my face, dull touched no more by the hands of gods, scabs, not scars hands now grow cold, lines fold crack to deep set creases fingers callous hair courser now, darker knees heal, scabs are now scars
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