We're Done, poetry by Andy Cooper at Spillwords.com
Nikolay Hristov

We’re Done

We’re Done

written by: Andy Cooper

@AC0040

 

The thought of love without him
shifts the ground beneath her feet.
Whatever he meant, he said it instead.
A cool breeze pulls her ponytail southbound,
and tears spread across her cheeks.
She folds her arms and shifts her weight
to her back foot.
Whatever she meant, she said it instead.
A crisp slap across his cheek,
and a fuck you and die, said it all.

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