Valerie Romack


My eyes wonder why their movement never ceases,
the laughter in their creases turns to dust,
tunnel vision,
paperthin incision,
in my memory to remove the shards of you,
ashen crown, princess slippers,
frozen to glass,
the ice cases for feet in stasis,
abandoned under unmade bed,
no more dancing,
ankles turned sideways,
as every feather is plucked from crooked wings,
dashing smile leave my lips,
a cry for mercy staining the skin under my fingernails,
  ter, you’ll never shed the sight of me untamed,
as your jaws chain my throat,
so my palm shoves sweet nothings down yours,
and you and I,


have evaded.

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