"Red, red, black, black, red, red"

Wardrobe filled with white and grey,
drawers full of black stockings and silky panties.

Blond fluff soaked with raindrops and whispers.
Goddess- shaped alabaster body
lying on the kitchen floor.

Blue eyes hidden in a fog,
shiny, carmine lips half open,
sipping wine from a man's hand.

Bony wrist decorated with a golden watch
that stopped at twelve o'clock.

Bedroom air perfumed with roses.
A dried daisy on the nightstand.

Call her Elizabeth and count to fifty.

Listen to her steps fading in the hallway.

Autor: Danka Sikorska aka iwaly Kategoria: Obcojęzyczne

 

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