C-86 Is Killing My Life - Parenthetical Girls

so tenderly detached

in contrapposto stance

bereft I’m left holding my breath

complexions a mess

sweat-stained cotton dress

the scent you have grown to detest

so eager to stay

my pores washed away

the words that you want me to say

the reel of your eyes

and my pregnant sighs/size

dissolving the salt of your eyes/thighs

adysmal-ass kiss

with fat parted lips

the gravity I long to resist

so raise that sunken chest

and please fight the tears

for they never looked so insincere