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Amelia

A lost girl poem.

By Toni ScalesPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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She's run out of things to live for.

Teacups and shoes,

a hint of collarbone

through his shirt.

All day, the taste of longing

in her mouth.

Waiting for him to pass,

to giggle hot like a schoolgirl.

By midnight, the world's diminished

to lights caressing the tollway.

Signposts that sing of a desperate paradise,

his cologne scraping the car's interior.

How she yearns in places

her body cannot reach.

Desire crackling the dash,

slicing the night like a scar.

The skyline sutured and frayed,

his textbook she drowned at the lake.

How every moon on a bracelet

corresponds with a bruise.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Toni Scales

Insta: toni_scales2

Hi, I'm Toni. I'm a published poet and have ten years' experience in ghostwriting erotic romance novels. My longest employment was in funeral service.

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