I stared
harboring
all

soft slopes from a distance,
harsh gray eyeliner smudged from
the sweat of
trying too hard,
partially parted lips,
glimpse of teeth that grind her
dead to sleep,
one dangling finger that pointed to
her skin to remind you
how she feels at night
a soft-shelled murder
and those full moon eyes

watching.

“The photograph”

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