Wilting
Pink snake in murky water
Feminine
Bite
scrapes face
The voices of my children in a video
In early August
I fear my memory is failing
But I am so young
Bruises riddle my knees
Who hurt me?
I walk through fog
Dayless daydream
Wilting
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