Restless.

A prompt poem on “restless” that I found way more fun than I probably should have. Thank you for reading you lovely thing finding beauty in simple spaces.

Verses linger wet on her lips
Black blood razors swing on her hips

My muse is such a restless
thing

Bikini Kill and Bach on vinyl
Who will fetch her cigarettes?
I will.

For she is every
thing

I need to be

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