Pull her rags together
Used linens line her heart and intestines
Stuffing spills from her unbuttoned eyes
Her mouth is sewn shut
The fraying threads are forgotten as time passed
She never had cause to speak
The burning of flesh is the singeing of fabric
Food lay on the table amid the smoke
Her sewn smile never faltered
Brightly painted but shabbily sewn
The woman is silent and watches
She sees the world that made her
The day will come when the stitches break
When the fabric around her waist falls loose
She will take back her name
A fighting spirit behind eyeless sockets
Sharpened teeth behind yellowing white lips
Strength between layers of cotton
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Author:
Kinsey Peterson (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2022 08:54
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Comments2
I really enjoyed the metaphors you portrayed on this piece, they are raw and potent, splendid ending
Dahlia
I'm male; I read it; I get it; I want to thank you for it:- Your poem deserves a wider audience.
So Thank You...
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