Face
Sometimes on their scrawled faces
where life has clawed
through ripping flesh like
paper strands
where strokes of shadow
echo with despair
and sadness folds itself
sympathetic in my resonance
and wonder if beauty will be
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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