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it's easier to liewarped nerves and blistersseasonal twistersshoots and pale bloomsis what consumesthe sparks behind the lowered lashes.your sight dashes,runs over my face.some grace allows for a masking smile.examine my face for a while,ignore the alarm.no harmmay be be doneto the naive.
periwinklesit starts growing around middaywhen the green tentaclesand sharp leavesthicken my belly.later it beginsto stem upwards,it matures and fillsevery artery andeasilysplits it like a pea pod,spilling the drops of beads.it entangles the liver, the spleen,follows my spine,each vertebrae,brutal, silent, unseen.finally, by the evening my eyes twinkleturning indigo,the two periwinkles.