Showers
the heat of the water
is poorly distributed;
her heart still aches -
cold,
her tears still shed
past discussions fly by,
the recall of unwanted faces -
it’s a horde of sadness
and dread
she embraces her chest,
her hands travel her sides;
it’s an act of lonesomeness -
she is touch deprived
Copyright © Jessica Scott | Year Posted 2021
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