The Deconstruction of
Disappointment
Your absence leaves a desire
for more.
It is a potent but light
thickness.
It bites my nose.
Viral speckled cells emerge
within my thin skin.
My knees become jellied
rawness.
These cold bumps are firm
and heavy.
Shiny wrinkles fold around
my yellow crackled lips.
Your words ooze and explode
sharply.
Your threaded projections
are pungent.
I am a green star stuck
within your tart freshness.
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