"Spilled Milk" A poem. 🔪

                 

 "Spilled Milk"


My tears are iridescent,

I bleed strawberry milk,

My fluid, like French vanilla

My skin, like glowing silk.

My eyes are glossed like porcelain,

He leaves me on the table.

That's all I ever was.

Desirable, but spilled.


𝑋𝑂𝑋𝑂, 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑎 𝑉.



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