Challenge
Write something about butter.
Buttered Remnants
This molten butter
soothes and hides
my open wounds -
feathered images
pressed in butter
poured onto me,
leaving oily trails
under my chin.
I recall all
your brushed words
of melted butter
which congealed
almost
before you left,
leaving me
with greasy crumbs
of vague regret.
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