PINKNESS

Pink is vulnerability's color. A wild azalea drooping in the rain, a whiteness tinctured with the red of pain like blood drops spreading on the snow. Her mouth's soft hollow as she yawns at morning streaming through the panes, her lipped and parted flesh in throes of passion, the youthful nipples buttoning each breast as she emerges from the shower. The eyeless socket's florid maw gaping everlasting voids, the scalpel's creasing line of knitted skin from chest to pubic hair-- the surgeon's ruddy remnants of his mutilating art. The blood's pale bloom upon an icy cheek, the heart's arousal at a telling word, the blush of secret places to our view, the inside of a mouses ear, A baby's tongue. The pink of summer mallows in a marsh bending to a summer breeze will paint a rosy death for sunset's autumn skies.

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