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Anna
Poems
Feb 2020
Touch.
ravenous fingers are too soon satiated
and settle into slumber under the bones of the oak
they used to scurry like spiders
weaving beautiful silk webs under her skirt
she is now hollowed, without marrow, like the drinking gourd
too eagerly poured, molding sharp clay
into fertile soil
won't be long before she shatters
too worn and apathetic to be a lover
and who will shoulder blame?
the scornful sun?
the weight of water?
or the absent touch of her
beloved.?
Written by
Anna
26/F/Charlotte NC
(26/F/Charlotte NC)
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