Notice me
when it's convenient.
Because when you're
not looking, I come to
Pieces. Crumble at the
surface and feel it fall
From my frame. My
details descend to the
ground the second you
forget my name and
the moles on my skin
disintegrate, turned to
dust. Departed.
My features exist
for you to study.
Stare at my flaws
in awe and then
decide when they’re
disgusting. You’re
done with them and
drop them, and they
fragment before they
can hit the floor.
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You walk away
without question
and my core quakes.
Whatever is left,
burns and lifts
off of the top
and turns into
gas, the woman
evaporated.
I enter the
air and
pray to
become
a cloud.
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