
Plagued with isolation-
hypothermia settles in,
maggots creep around-
destroying tender parts.
Within this suffering-
I cry out.
eyes
become
o p e n e d
This shelter that I'm in,
is my piece of heaven-
inside I grow,
becoming one,
with
myself.






The words and the imagery are just stunning! Good luck to you in the contest. This is definitely Gold!!


Dee





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