Stones to Matres
smelling his fingers through my hair, his hands in my neck.
me hair cut very short by it.
For her, who cut his hair very short to him for the last time.
Ultimate coquetry before dying.
Feeling his hands warm cradle me amputate.
Feeling compassion envelop me, drown me.
Through it, smell it.
By his hands on my forehead, feeling his.
Submit chestnut flask on the tombstone.
Butchy Fem
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