Poetry · Writing

Delicate Crush

Rash in all earnings

a piece of me

in your front pocket

like a locket hangin’ from your belt

and I can’t help but melt

in your illuminating light

with the might of a human ten times

your force. you crush me with a gentle

hand and a delicate crush.

 

My heart and my legs fold like paper

water under my nose, and I’ll feel weak.

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