She cries again tonight.

I crawl underneath the opaque luminescent canvas stretched over your wrist
you caress with glorified secrets, scarlet lines tangled like telephone wires
communication never works one way honey
A   N   D
neither does love

1 comment:

  1. hi dreamer, ialways enjoy how you paint with words short stories like this
    very nice


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