Married To the Voice
I’m wed to my Poetry,
betrothed to the fire
Each word an incendiary,
burned to inspire
My voice the rekindling,
fueling the scream
The ashes my trousseau
—a smoldering dream
(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)
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