night-bloomer

buttermilk tresses

by Mecca_Amirah

buttermilk tresses

you were the buttermilk tresses underneath a nest
of black rot.

a pretty, pale face atop a map of speed bumps and landmines.

love like yours should come with a warning sign.

you were once mine but now, you are not.

will that perfume you always spray conceal the rot?

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