She Gave Up The Colorful World
Emotionless breeze blows.
Bloodless skin feels it.
But frozen lips never move.
Eyes inscribe the motionless landscape.
The pale face never carves wrinkles.
She is alive, as a seamless doll.
June 1st
The first kiss of June
touches her right cheek.
She looks up at the sky.
The sun and,
an indelible silhouette.
She imagines the moon.
The first kiss of June
makes her feel
floating blood.
Today,
only today.
She sinks to warmth.
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