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sticky little sugar crystals, stuck to my lip and my fingertips sticking grit sweet between top and bottom teeth, hiding the bitter taste of my lonely morning breath, grimey all unto itself. granules of sugar gritty and loud much better than the quiet of not kissing you good morning

Mia

She was still draped delicately across the armchair When our words lapped and receded like not quite waves, Entreating silence to stir her Like strings tugging at muscles Connected to our eyelids so everything flickers: We are entrenched now he and I, Stopped still in our soliloquy We listen. Her eyelashes tremble as secret ideas… Continue reading Mia