Morph by Keana Labra

Behind these eyes 

the black of regret
“what could have been”
only exists beyond

deep in the night and
later in the mind—
please leave me be

and I betray all that which I stand for,
in exchange for carnal relief
and a fear of loneliness.

Shape shifter,
rearranging myself for
a carved,

remorseless tongue.


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