Ana
Ana
she steals bits of lives
to mend
the holes in dreams.
weaves a cocoon
of unreality patching leaks.
her logos
strained with eternal doubt,
mortal sin upon sin,
cast like dark blossoms.
god laughing at his trick
creation, a double indamnity
of need and confusion.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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