In a Woman's World
I imagine thick tangles
of growth.
Earth able to keep
her tendrils.
No more razing trees
to stubble.
Beautiful: flesh
with its adornments.
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This poem is part of a larger series entitled Poison & Antidotes, all rights reserved by Livin4God/e.d. ivey.
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Poison & Antidotes
PoetryPush and pull Ebb and flow I'm not fool Don't you know? These stories always have two sides wrapped up in a quote. For where there is a poison there must be an antidote.
