I trace my breadcrumbs back to the clearing
of rainbow affairs and teenage woes
recall the lull of growing up young
I set my heart and up in flames
with the smudged trail growing with ease
as bushes grow in gaping wounds
that seep the dirt; a dark red leave
and sew the thorns a tight, fine stitch
that finds the dark of light so long
and chose the house of blackened frame
with hollow hearts that loved too much
but dropped warm glances like skipping stones
I wish the stars, but not you well
betray the glances that warmed the lips
stony in nature; your eyes glowed like amber
forbidding the love that grew apart
Alice X.
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