Blue pants and high heels
click-clack, "They're black."
she says.
Divots on cheeks
drip-drop: a puddle
for touch.
Pull lip and bite tongue
Gnaw-nah, "Never
too hard."
One day and one step
click-clack, closer
to death.
Chasms on perfect quartz
tick-tock, faces
of time.
Tick hands turn tock.
Each click brings clack.
Gnaw at touch nah.
Drip rivers drop change.
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