Seven years after she makes her escape

Posted on May 4, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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all she remembers 
is blood 
-red wine in fragile 
glasses, 

and empty plates 
the color of bone.  

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twiglet #225

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12 Responses to Seven years after she makes her escape

  1. Jules says:
    May 4, 2021 at 10:24 am

    Packed quite a bit in those few words.
    Sometimes escape is the only choice.
    And those memories to keep one on their toes.

    Reply
  2. Misky says:
    May 4, 2021 at 10:40 am

    As brilliantly compact as a black hole. 🙂

    Reply
  3. poetrybydebi says:
    May 4, 2021 at 12:12 pm

    Brilliantly succinct

    Reply
  5. magnolia says:
    May 4, 2021 at 6:40 pm

    “the color of bone” is a horrifying line—brilliant piece

    Reply

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