Dec 28
Corrugated twine fell from her scalp,
Scratching at her jaw.
The red threads dropped in clumps,
As the falling flame,
Was all she saw.
Caressing the shimmering blades,
The woman behind her spoke.
"It's all done now."
As the withered young lady,
In her chair, held back a choke.
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Poetry For The Found
PoetryThis is the 2nd part of my 365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions ab...
