no reason to wonder or suspect
"not broken" written all too plainly
no marks to show, only ink, she screams
but bounces of light on her fair profile
tell only lies
telling of the wonder, the amusement
deeper, no sun to warm her
dark caves overflowing their crimson soil
into her extremities, but still,
her heart is tied tightly
nothing enters,no sun, no night
she pushes, she pulls
markless , void of even her own admittance
she turns her eyes inward. What has he done?
ah, there the bruises lay
What do you honestly think?
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This poem didn't really hit me untille I got to the seccond two lines of the seccond stanza:
"dark caves overflowing their crimson soil
into her extremities, but still,"
something about the image and flow of those lines hoocked me.
The language here is simple, though the pace and flow of it is very complex, and begs a seccond reading.
The first stanza, though, is a bit lackluster, lacking the kick of the seccond and third, but thats the biggest complaint that i can bring agains this one. -
Thank you for seeing me momma. I 'd never want to show myself that way to anybody else. xoxo
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