Troubled

His forehead

My pockets jingling

A migraine into view

I’m about to fall and he’s lurching

To save me a bruised knee

Lavender vision

Sheathes of tiny pinprick blooms

Blind

Gasping in notes

I’ve got this

And I’m gone

Published by abykittiwakewrites

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