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The folded sheaf of my hair
used to trap the smoke slipping
from your cherry Prime Time cigars
like a collection jar;
the morning I woke up hunted,
all I could smell was wet dirt
and still-green pine needles.
A shadow specter
seen through slit-screen eyes,
I spent the day haunting you
in crowded corridors
and stringing monsters
like beads
on dream catcher braids.
I was just out of sight
at the place where awareness
stretches into could-have-beens
when you forgot how to breathe
without blood staining the curves
of your smile.
used to trap the smoke slipping
from your cherry Prime Time cigars
like a collection jar;
the morning I woke up hunted,
all I could smell was wet dirt
and still-green pine needles.
A shadow specter
seen through slit-screen eyes,
I spent the day haunting you
in crowded corridors
and stringing monsters
like beads
on dream catcher braids.
I was just out of sight
at the place where awareness
stretches into could-have-beens
when you forgot how to breathe
without blood staining the curves
of your smile.
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What beautiful imagery! <3