Withered Satin Flesh
Existing
-Within tormented branches-
Rose scented thorns
Uprooted
Sand --- Stinging
But still existing.
Grasping
-Through fog thickened air-
Barbed Wire mask
Distorting the sounds
And keeping the silence.
But still existing.
And naked lines appear
On withered satin flesh.
Copyright © Jennifer Laur | Year Posted 2019
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