Sophia Ivanov Poems

Scrubs her gleaming white teeth with a ragged brush
Spits in the sink, the blue foam staining the cream-colored tiles.
'Love? ' she snorts. 'You might be the only person who still believes in it.'
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Lightning shattering the pitch-black sky, the crack of thunder
Heralds the moment when the heavens open up
And cry with me as you turn away.
You promised you'd never turn your back on me, but there it is, a blue windbreaker receding into the drab night.
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Safe and secure in your arms in the back of the Camaro
My stomach rocking back and forth as I imagine what is about to happen
When my mother sees you.
Her bleached-blonde hair will probably catch on fire.
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