as decoration
these little pretty pleasures
an infinite string of sanitary orbs
allegorical excess wants
and perfect placement
delights disguised as order
to help her cope
devoid of passion
and lacking taste
these beads surround
like fetters of grief
to meager a crumb
to feed her hunger
Rid them…
parted lips
and chin held still
quiver no longer
spit them out
And when your mouth
is finally free of fake
your lips will know the taste
of simple deliciousness
by malai carrara
photography by Tribal Gal
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