“Scrape yourself together”
and the room spins
as i try to brush his words
out of the hair on my forearms,
pull the faded quilting of the walls
over my shoulders,
piece together pickets of my ribs
“Scrape yourself together”
and the room spins
as i try to brush his words
out of the hair on my forearms,
pull the faded quilting of the walls
over my shoulders,
piece together pickets of my ribs
Your imageries are so creative, and evocative.
And this is devastating! ❤
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Thanks… I’ve been off this site for awhile… and a painful incident drove me back … sorry for gruesomeness… processing anger
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I haven’t been around as much as usual, but I was wondering where/how you are. I’m sorry to hear you’ve had pain! Are you okay?
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What have u been up to?… For me… I’ll be ok:)… thanks:)… just an episode with a not very nice person
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We’ve mostly been distracted with some health issues with my husband, a cancer scare, but so far, not malignant, thank goodness.
I’m glad if you will be okay…writing can truly be so cathartic. And your poetry is amazing 🙂
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Good to hear he’s ok:).. thank you for ur kindness…
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Any time. Glad you’re okay! 🙂
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🙂
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I hear ya! powerful! ❤
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❤️
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