Sad Labels:
hyperbole
There was much to give. And more to take. As usual. The world. A stranger at her window. The orange at the back of her forehead. Asking. The yellow between her thighs. Knowing the answer.
The cold was adamant. She wore dresses when no one could see. A sad, three-legged Jesus knocking on their doors. Taking them off to prove. Life was simple. Love even simpler. And giving just taking what no one else wants.
Counting the raindrops. All dresses off. Following the rabbits as they consume their feces. Giving comes in stenches. Taking comes it vomits.
It doesn't matter. Either way I'm sick.