slice by slice
taken by others
never good enough
by herself
nourishment for all
when they want her
topped with something
that is really wanted
then put back in a bag
waiting for the mold
to come.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For a friend.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I'll bet she verily did. There's nothing quite like acquaintances who seem promising, yet fade into the shadows when you're not looking, until, if you like to give each your very best, only to be left behind, you begin to realize all that's left is...waiting for the conclusive effects of mold as grey manifests itself subtly and reality laughs hollowly. Prettily rendered with excellent imagery and an instructively haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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