Drive -Part 2-
Wanted to try Tanka--not sure if they ever come in pairs...but...
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It has been hours
There is no more moisture left
No not even sweat
They spill her out of the sack
No tears to give them pleasure
No pleasure at all
Brown eyes glisten into theirs
The laughter has ceased
They cannot fathom she’s alive
The master looks at each face
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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