..
Caught
in his claws, she can’t get
(Out,)
free, can’t see the light
beyond the bars. Out
(damn’d spot, I say!)
of her mind, she counts
(one; two:)
her blessings, few, her
sorrows full. He has tainted
her with kisses, shattered stain
-glass words,
smudge of fist. Her wrists
are bruised, but today she’s
fully cleansed her heart.
(Yet, here’s a
…………………..spot.)
..
Written for Poetic Asides.
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I love this. I keep thinking of things I want to say, but then I don’t. I just keep re-reading it instead.