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Siena Sanchez Poem
Laid on my cold bed
Teething, raw and primal
To be mindless, to focus on what's inside.
A closed door, yet God's eyes are piercing through.
Sweat and tears run down,
My thighs wet with tears, two petals spread open
The night is potruding, my eyes are tired and dry
Raw pleasure and drowning shame leaves a bittersweet aftertaste.
Raw vulnerability, slicing open
Yet to let go leaves me hollow
But if man only relies on his instinct,
What difference still lingers between him and a hungry animal?
Copyright © Siena Sanchez | Year Posted 2025
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Siena Sanchez Poem
An orison to hope
Shattered into smithereens
Its keened tongues and teeth gnash and lament
A despairful cry of a cutthroat womb.
Cacophonies cry out
Cellos and violins bow, inexorable and unforgiving
Until then, of their finale the southern bells will ring;
A testimony that God has returned.
Savior of humanity,
Entwine us with arms that bleed
For those arms' warmth and nurture
Extricates us from a demise with a lamenting dissonance.
Copyright © Siena Sanchez | Year Posted 2024
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