Her Lips

Lips

Lips (Photo credit: Bibi)

 

They are full, her lips, and painted a tacky flamingo pink.
They are moving, her lips, and a river of nothing is flowing from them.
I loved them, her lips, once upon a time.
Now they are growing still, her lips.
I wipe the tacky flamingo off them before I leave.

 

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by W. R. Woolf on July 31, 2013  •  Permalink
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Posted by W. R. Woolf on July 31, 2013

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  1. WiddershinsWiddershins

     /  July 31, 2013

    My goodness, I do wonder what the story was … nicely done!

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