The skeleton of
a finger a flesh hand
skinny legs size 12 feet
a waist where fingers clutched onto
a chest where your purity ring hung
The skeleton of
trembling fingers that moved all on their own
her empty hands that could barely hold 50 Panadol in them
bony legs that held no fat, no nothing, in them
her shrinking waist from losing half her body
her rising-rising chest with nothing around her neck, nothing, nothing, nothing
until she placed a chain over it
charms piled over each other bee Jesus cross bugs
she finally tattooed it a cockroach to her chest now she's trying to scratch it off
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Strength
PoetryStrength is a selection of poetry about an inner spiritual strength. Sometimes when we are feeling most weak, our spirit opens up like a tree within us. Poetry has always been a way for me to express the beauty and strength I see in God's world when...
