Mnemophobic

Whitest cloudy heaven
Of a bubble bath
And a

Red notebook
Open to a page
Of neat pen scribbles
In a pale hand

Of black decay
Polished fingernails

Blots upon a fine skin
Pockmarks and
Beauty spots

Bloody knuckles
Rubber choker
Pearl earrings
Collarbone
Skeletal
So gracile

A sublime siren
Spoken so softly
That I’ll probably
Have forgotten
What’s said
Long before her song
Is over

This amnesia
Withers
To become
Black polish
And inks those
Willowy fingertips

Metamorphosing
Into this
Talon’s
Idyll
Reality

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