Tag: napowrimo
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her red drips are forgotten
Her first red drops fall cracks inbetween,fear once dripping now are rivulets: forgotten by and by.(Her life is coagulated frozen red : no one tells her why).For those who would free her are forbidden – (she is a woman unseen).Her hope for respite, despite the growing pain,That stops up her breath: falters— no one is…
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BladeBreaker
First the loud shushes, next the false names then the hidden bruises: all the excuses that defame.