Warmth
Warmth
Dainty frill below the waist.
Elegance—a chalk line around her frame.
Her warmth fades.
She’s dancing. Cloud to cloud.
A single stain.
“Shush! There’s no stain.”
The curves of blankets lower
And rise making mountains
To hide the red.
Squatting, beside white lines,
In her spot. Alone.
He places hand above the stain,
With dirty nails,
And foam eyes.
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