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Pierce 7d
My stomach is turning inside out
I can taste the morning sickness
I couldn’t tell you why this happens
Just what managed to make it unnoticed
Who I have cried for,
Was a specter with no blood.
Tears wasted like rain.
Poetry Bears
Afternoon tea
Picnic hamper
You and me

© 2025 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
Sunday 17th August 2025
nivek 7d
drips steady rhythm
ripples in spacetime

water and blood
mixed witnesses

a gushing
generosity.
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