SOL: Muse

Blue smoke curls
A hazard warning above the
Bed, sheets distressed, lying on floors
She muses that love will kill her
Tear her down, do its best
If not love, she says, a lover’s hands
Wrapped around her throat
A bruised chuckle escapes unhappy lips
What a wonderful way to go

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Unrequited Love Pt. 1

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