as i begin to leak

A memoir of rusty olives.
hanging like saliva from my forehead.
I am a bizarre lady with a half lit moon.
I have been a lover, a mistress, a daughter.
a tempest swirling from the eye of truth.
Slipping from the gullet of time.

And now, i create a fantasy of hallucinations.
An empty bed with an empty mirror.
to collect the parenthesis of wishes and words.
a violet mauve touch of my small finger.
these hours are sand of jewels.
perfume stuck to my wrist that clicks plum nectar,

i walk alone now,
like hair swinging wildly in the summer breeze,
untamed, amniotic.
i watch myself o this mirror,
it choked me to death.

I might walk alone tomorrow also,’
while going to the market for my pills
shifting from the vents of miniature delights.

a cloying disease.

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