Marbles

by suicidallyanonymous

They want honesty
spilling like marbles
from a mouth full of implants,
and curved tongue strumming
vocal chords.

Cranberry cheeks collide
with fly-swatter palms;
“Don’t you dare
take that tone.”

Insomnia.
Imprisoned by bedsheets;
she is an object,
defile her.

2 Comments to “Marbles”

  1. Wow! This is powerful imagery!

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