Bona Fide confessions of a crime


love, relationships, domestic abuse, awareness, support, trauma, women


My true love has stolen the apple of my eye


you’ve kidnapped my peruse

on your watch


My apple leers a

dusky red

shadows of twilight inching

into the innermost


collapsing particles

of grit


maggots of pride


contorted lipstick

black bruise

i tripped

whitewashed excuse


purple disguise

can’t hide

the jealousy

a visage



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