Ruby-Red

Outside, the trees dangle

red-ripe berries. They create

poison in your mouth,

smudged like bloody lipstick

across chapped, winter-cold lips.

The room is splashed in yellow

and I

always forget:

Damn, there’s no Wi-Fi in this fucking stall.

You laugh,

lean forward, your gentle hands

dance across skin that has never seen the sun.

I sigh, and

all thoughts of the outside world

disappear. Only you and I remain.

Your lips, ruby-tinted,

descend.

I lean back, my gaze

catches on the branches

outside the window.

Maybe I should draw the blinds.

You whisper no into the crook of my neck,

because it’s better this way.

Let’s stop

pretending

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