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Shevaun Stonem Poem
bad, bad headaches,
how do you know if it’s not the trauma packed?
he moves his head from right to left
as his stiff neck makes a gentle
click and crack.
with a grunt he says,
“you’re… mhm…. too much’
I wonder if it’s me or double vision
either way I’m sure it nauseates him.
There’s confusion, there’s pain
he doesn’t even smile-
“one half of my face is numb” ah
and that’s just when I thought there was hope,
in the pool of beautiful his dilated pupil,
‘a’ dilated pupil
It struck me like lightning
“cerebral / brain aneurysm”, I say
clutching his eyebrow in fear and pain,
his breath as shaky as the dead,
“do people survive these?”
as I shiver and mutter under my breath,
“do not rupture please.”
~shevaun stonem
Copyright © Shevaun Stonem | Year Posted 2020
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Shevaun Stonem Poem
i.
some days I am more
wolf than woman
and it’s hard to hide my fangs.
I’ll hiss and snarl and spit the blood
of those who trespass against my land.
ii.
some days I am more
wolf than woman
and it’s not that hard to understand.
I cannot be tamed or caged or chained,
I am the alpha of the pack.
iii.
some days I am more
wolf than woman
and there is no strength I lack,
but hiding and camouflaging
with the sheep
does not make my fur more black.
iv.
most days I am more
wolf than woman,
and you’ll find me bathe
underneath the moonlight.
in the slightest of mannerisms
you’ll discover, it’s not that
easy for me to hide.
hunting and guarding and marking
until the weary day turns to night.
in the way, that I tread the land
these claws covered by a pretty coat
and smiling- hah, no that’s the
predator baring her fangs to show you
how it’ll dig into your throat.
more wolf than woman | shevaun stonem
Copyright © Shevaun Stonem | Year Posted 2020
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