A heave of breath,
Slowly rising and falling,
A mind numbing, blood curdling,
Breast thumping cry....
This night will never end,
Like squirrel we scamper,
Trying to find cover. We fail. As always!
Our bodies,
A live canvas,
Red. Blue.
Enmeshed with
Streaks of brown and black.
Visually alive.
Spiritually dead.
Chronicles of a my life
A facsimile of yours
Prompted at : Poefusion Friday 5
NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 17
13 hours ago
6 visitors stopped by.:
Winnie this is an excellent try. I think this speaks volumes to many women and even some men. Well done. Have a nice night.
:) WOW !!
:) beautiful
small, but speaks a lot. keep writing, im just 'roun da corner ok? :)
winner, the friday five melted inbetween those lines as honey... beautiful !!
beautiful words poohi. good choice of image too i think.
Lovely, sweetheart!
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