Saturday, 7 June 2014


She had a jammy mouth it seemed,
too made up but in keeping with
that raspberry ruffle of a room,
mirror set at an angle
to reveal a more casual side,
the unmade bed behind her strewn
with boxes,
wallpaper like a pink giraffe -
too many open rolls -
and paint
splattered on the duvet,
job incomplete.
Yet she looked younger somehow
with her untamed, unstraightened hair
teased only by her fingers
for now.

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