almost dawn
bluebirds serenade
watching
on tree branch
for the cackling
cracking
of her; her rib-cage
as she bites
into last weeks forgotten sandwich
and 4 a.m. Thursday
vodka smeared lips
choked by media
and broken promises
wasted
Her Ribs
By: Emily Paris (View Profile)
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