I want to know how her lips look
when she’s just about to sigh from
a long day of over-thinking–
I wonder if she lets them bloom out into
the air. forgets that the slightness of the
overbite peels the skin back from the bottom bud; lets
her mouth waver open before crushing them anyway.
I wonder if she picks it away with her teeth, the skin–
thinking of a man who has done her wrong.
and I hope she swallows the flakes whole like
wilted petals
and forgets him.
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