Poet 30 - "Untitled"

I’m not upset with 
You I just want it done
. Now.
For the smile like a crevice
In fractured china,
The chattering teeth
To snip and spit
Upon a red lesion, that persevering nerve.
Smile! I would
If you
fell off a cliff would only listen
To the
Crackle of
Adamantine minds
Clattering like
Chunks of diamond.
Bitter glass and sharps frisking
Across the skin. Glint.
The smile widened with considerate scissors.
It’s nothing
But could you
Just go away.







The End

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