She sleeps

Mouth open,
Cheeks are dropping , spread to one side like golden pancakes.
I kiss them
Mouth closes
She slurps
I love her
She sleeps,
My eyes are open
I hoped the whites would not wake her
For they are tainted bright yellow with years of
Debris from the smoke
Still burning from the depths of hollow
Bowls, I thought once fed me before.

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kelsea delatango

They write for therapy with topics about ends, manic episodes and travelling.