Far more frequently you’re wearing perfume.

Astringent: Keep digging past yourself, you won’t find it. Salvo: The thing you sought was in the first layer, the rings of sediment rust and copper. Alliance: Cry and fight all you want but the poison is in you. Suffix: The poison is you. Hence: Shut your mouth. Corner: Sit up straight. Saddle: Be a goddamn lady. Crisis: Zipped up. Endpoint: Locked down. Crux: Full of bile. Fortune: The Peggy Bundy. Bruise: The door walked into me. Flock: It’s been in the room the whole time. Trust: The passage of time will mark your progress. Mowing: Float parallel to the ground and shiver. 

~ by Athena on June 8, 2017.

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