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refuge my heart
the storm drives me
piercing
this world of love and pain
am I hungry enough
to thirst for truth
do her heartbeats still
reverberate within the walls of my soul
am I desiccated enough to
forget her
refuge my heart
how deep does the skin need to be to prevent drowning in hurt

Invisible words
Smeared on the walls
Visibly the ink disappeared
Written space haunts
I am con-fiding

myself blocked crossed cuffed muffed mopped

satire Sen-ry-you'd
 Dec 2021 Elizabeth Squires
Zywa
I overheard friends

laughing, talking about me --


I disappoint me.
Collection "PumicePieces"
 Dec 2021 Elizabeth Squires
Aishu
Pain leaves you scars.
Scars of bravery.
Wear it proudly.
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