a chest full of avoided situations
that could have been chucked
in an altered reality
or medicine.
a sticky mess pushes through
stubby knuckles flail
she fatigued retires to
the fever boudoir and stiff chair.
- By Laila Ali Haid
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Poem by Laila Ali Haid Doth sow repentance a seed forgo lies in death thou weep, fruition in rain, wending the basin silk doth run a line i...