Red Lip Trapeze

I pulled apart my mouth

with showstopper posters.

I learn to plaster your words

over my tongue

and I could feel

your sharp accolades

break down my lips.

I paint my mouth red

and become freak shock sideshow

to your memory.

I am stuck in your circus.

Caged beneath your hands,

you promise me

I would never be free

from your flash bulb fingers.

I am a constant performer

dangling from your trapeze tongue

falling in the tattered net of your eyes.

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