7. When Removed

A tasteless display
A word for a sound,
Too often,
Her eyes spread green. Fire of him.
windows laid flat
...rip crisp cuts when...
foot wants grass.

When removed from feeling,
Her eyes are stripped away,
Hair lie abandoned in a sewage pipe.

Grey whispers cloud my afternoon,
They beg for more words, but,
I simply can't.
Her legs spread wide,
In front of him,
But when removed...
Hes not.

The End

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