Categories: Art, Poetry
Drums play poker across her chest,
Her anticipation tighter than a macabre vest
With sudden approximation she sees others,
An orchestra of distant sisters and brothers,
Her boom inside said “Why do you not bother?”
The concussive force acidifying her cause,
Stilled forever in frightened pause
Her heart grew in anticipation,
Until she was crushed
Under its magnification.
Absolutely lovely 🙂
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I love this drawing, and your words are so clear.
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