Red Flags

No matter how many lines of red tape
and caution signs I place around me,
you’ll always be waiting at the gate,
lurking the perimeters of my body.
You’ll dangle an “I love you” as bait,
your intentions held behind your back;
a pair of shears, ready to seal my fate.

Photograph by @mikoto.raw

Photograph by @mikoto.raw

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