You are trouble

You are trouble,
Emptying worries on betel leaves,
Already laid with red lipstick,
She abstained from using on days,
Love gorging her cells like cancer.

Cradling between thoughts of you,
Running short of days to live,
She stopped death to take a chance,
Sibilating your name,
Loud and clear.

– Emily Parker

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