let her come

let her come

the one who crawls

emaciated

into the celebration

gaunt, severe reflection

enslaved in yesterday’s rags

she wears

her weeping, wooden gaze

unable to conceive

the creation of her womb

art disregarded

she prostitutes her intellect

anguishing

that she will never earn

an invitation

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Trackback: very early healing pieces « Emmaatlast’s Weblog

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: