Seven years after she makes her escape

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:

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

  2. Misky says:

    As brilliantly compact as a black hole. 🙂

  3. poetrybydebi says:

    Brilliantly succinct

  4. magnolia says:

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

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