mason jars and raspberry jam:
i remember that summer
like raspberry jam.
i smeared its echoes across my lips
and stained your cheek
with whatever blush seemed fitting.
but then i tired of the artificial
and scrubbed my hands raw.
clinginess was the word
that glues my eylashes
like cheap mascara.
i trapped it all like an ant
in a mason jar
that was as transparent as your secrets.
i'll watch you scurry now
and scream like a candied god.
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