Melancholia, Not Humor
False love, and other things to mourn
By Mila FloresPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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subsumption by my own melancholia is
no cause for alarm, any reminder
of sway still falls under
the assumption of contention,
bar malodorous function.
misery verses all, versus love and
an errant reminder of the way i wear
my hair to sleep, in a braid or pulled back except
for when we deign to grace each other
side by side, worried
about the brush of a palm.
your hair like my hair like
the warm/cold pallor of our skin in the dark as the sun rises.
i think of breathless nights
wishing i could curve
my limbs around you.
a little help/less
a little stuck.
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About the Creator
Mila Flores
teeth-bared contemporary, often writing, often dreaming.
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