Two dreams I see. His car. Her thighs.
I don’t comply with what requires
My bismuth heart.
No wonder God
Has yet to wrestle me in prayer.
I’ve stripped my every second layer
Just to be covered in odd ones.
No dramas’ spar.
Or to be clear, it faded out to weaker hints.
I used to flood as scarlet slits
Till time has forced my soul to scar.
Dare I to ask or even question
Those lovers that I’ve left behind
I would no longer just abide
My consciousness
And its obsession.
Lovers left behind
© Copyright: Евсеева Дарья Андреевна, 2022
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