hideout

there’s nothing casual about
the way envy slips in between
the sheets of my heart – resting
there – seen when the best is
out of reach and within another’s
hands and arms. envy deliberately
walks in, wrecks you from the inside –
bats its eyelashes innocently, and claims
to have done no harm, so you feel
foolish, and swallow it all,
everything and nothing to hide

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: casual

stroked

the sun had a stroke
as clouds pressured and pressured
for the last of light to be squeezed out
of their minds so that their
tears could grind against the sidewalks
we leave behind

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