runs like flood water
drowning out hope
cascading waves
upon
me and him both, pulling me under
pushing me down with
a mix of power,
anger and scattered fragments of sin
don’t stare
don’t stare
it’s just a family affair
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2 comments:
You must publish a little chapbook, Sara. Your poetry stays imbued with colour and character.
love
Your encouraging words make me think anything is possible.
Hugs,
Sara
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