By: (Me)Lauren “Crayola Mae” Fitzgerald
You look new.
And I’m taken in.
Not wasting a moment of this, gotta have leftovers.
Something for my mind to eat on when you depart from my space.
Tragically in love with you, razor sharp feelings that cannot be dulled by
Not the ashes that grace the ground where ambition burned our present union.
You whispered to me, babygirl you’re amazing, and I wonder if you truly believe
And that just brought tears to my eyes, sent a tremble in motion from crown to
foot soles and from physical to soul.
Overlook the past, I plead.
My heart falls from my sleeve and you dust it off and put it back, back where it’s posed to go,
in the left chest cavity.
Brilliance cloaks you as a skin, a pelt of fur of the most unique beast.
Animal and god, and what am I?
The powerful petite. Word woman.