Glass

 

 

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She broke the glass,
She and her wicked teeth broke it,
Her gums did not bleed while
She swallowed the chips.
The monster in her
With its slimy green saliva
Feasted
On my precious glass.
But after a while,
She burped,
Her black, heart
Out.

rosalinda flores martinez
on poemhunter.com

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