uncensored blacks

happy belated birthday J

Purple flowers cover her skin,
Skin that is a canvas of blue, black and red.
For you a dog, a mother, a soldier in bed
None of which could ever win.

Lips bleed at your mercy,
Robbed her of every safety and linchpin.
A slave, a lab rat, a chippie for looks,
Reflection no longer an identical twin.

You left her and she let you,
You’re gone because she loved you.
Now your blood stains her hands,
Black butterflies her only underpin.

Goodness no, it was just a remission of sin.


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