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sandra wyllie
Poems
Apr 2022
You were a Cactus
I hung my bleeding body
on to dry. At war with myself, I saw
a place to lie. A satin red
flower erected on a tower of
spines. And fell on a pincushion
of needles and pins that made
my head spin. And ripped a hole
in my side. Torn so wide I split
in two and grew spikes in
my pupils from a man with no
scruples. This, from two stars
colliding. I'm sliding on a fast track
back to earth. Still at war with
myself. Now the spikes that girth me
are my hands and my knees. And there's
no soft place to lie.
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