Monday, December 7, 2015

not funny

nothing would make
her laugh.
not even a smile would
cross her
terse lips.
unwrinkled
she was with emotion.
a flat
field of pale
skin.
hardly a line across
her brow,
her dimpled cheeks
around her
irish eyes, her
chin. her light was
low.
you had no chance
staying, or
visiting, of getting
in.

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