Wicked Game


Quiet, my tired heart 

and you don’t hear anything 

do you? 


I could be the perfect shade 

of doubt 

for you

a reason to smile 

for a long afternoon 

or a finger twitching 

against a tightened leg


maybe I am none of those 


maybe I am not the 

moon that your core pulls to 


you didn’t hear a thing 

did you? 





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Mylo's picture

Sad but beautifully written.