Eva-Mae Hopkins Poet Free verse

The 26th of November

Of course I remember that day,
It's burned into my skull.
The violent twists and turns of the numbers,
Like a ship in a storm wrestling across waves.
The sharp knife of the letters,
As they twist deeper into my soul.
Of course I remember that day,
It's can never be erased.

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