to whom it may concern

the couch grunts —

adorned with flecks of irritation

and flushed cheeks

[you remained collected]

gleaning heavy armor

a safeguard from pierced mutterings

careening in your direction

knifed with high inflection

[you remained collected]

hoisted my hitching breaths

while shrouding your own

poised in prisms

of scrambling expressions

and leather bands

[you remained collected]

arms suspended in air

barricade deflecting bullets

tufts of grey strands pinched

with time led astray

and footholds that

can no longer support you

and for that, i have balanced

the word perdon between rivets

of throttled words

have painted it in my undertone

have carved it onto my tongue

have swallowed it in thickets

of out of tune harmonies

for fear that it would part my lips

i have worn it on my skin

but not in my eyes

[you still remained collected]

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Brittany Adames

Brittany Adames is an eighteen-year-old Dominican-American writer. She spends time writing poetry and leaving short stories half-finished.

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