She comes hard around the edges
Never smooth like Vaseline
Her heart was made with vines among thick hedges
Growing thorns from things she’d seen
How she traces every inch of his ledges
Flourishing just like a queen
There are secrets leaking from sworn pledges
Lies and blood are guaranteed

© Delia Ross. 2020

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