Breadcrumb #591

KEVIN GU

Crunching gravel hides behind her bland irises
scratching glass dams that tremble

from the iced honeysuckle tears
dripping through citrus eyelashes.

The taste of rusting apricot cider
melts in the dried voice of her unspoken words

until she burns in an amber fire
created from the remnants of her own fading stars.

Her esophagus hot to the touch, like embers, but 
softened like the salted butter mixed in her boxed brownies

oozing out of her pores, spiced honey
drizzles down soft skin, flesh pricked

she picks up her cup, filled with clementine peels,
and screams about never loving again.

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