by Rosemary Rodriguez

I don’t care for those eternal flames anymore

So take your unripe figs and hit

The ground running

Your weak pulsed excuses

Won’t save you from those bitter tales

You know so well

So keep twisting those words

And blades dear

It’s what you do best.

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