gulping down his stonewashed memories,
she sees his grubby features crumple as he
relays the chronicles of his jagged history.
they lay under the protection of the
vast coal tarpaulin and its many
luminous perforations —
stretched out above them
like an ambitious future
itching to be pursued.
his chipped tooth
births a lisp as he speaks.
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romanticism of monsters
Poetrycareworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautifu...
