You- By Libby Morgan

My rose-tinted glasses

have turned blood red

in your absence

leaving me with

coffee-stained sheets

and a you-shaped divot in my mattress.

Recent Posts

I saw Gino D’Acampo coming out of Asda bag full of shopping and got in his Mazda my movements turned to dried clay, as I watched him...

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