Jennifer Laur Poet Free verse

Withered Satin Flesh

Existing
          -Within tormented branches-
           Rose scented thorns
           Uprooted
           Sand --- Stinging
           But still existing.

     Grasping
           -Through fog thickened air-
            Barbed Wire mask
            Distorting the sounds
            And keeping the silence.
            But still existing.

      And naked lines appear
      On withered satin flesh.

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Ann Foster September 18, 2019 at 2:24 AM so very sad... Excellent imagery. Artfully written. Ann