Gathering StrengthA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)beyond
the steady drumbeats within my skull, pulling
at my temples like the tide coaxing
the shore back into her womb, the
empty parts of me are filling --slowly-- dawn
dreams on the far side of paned windows, spotted
with ill-care and discontent, staring
through me as disappointed deities: I
have not the strength to wipe clean their ailing eyes just one more day -- perhaps two -- I shall remain here, in
this clapboard cave, muddled by shadows cast
from calcium deposits and fingerprints, ignoring the clamor of children playing
shadow tag on an empty street I shall run a bath -- scented with lilac and lavender -- two
cups of the Dead Sea to abrade my flesh until I am pure -- translucent -- as the paper-thin skin of an angel waiting
to be reborn © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on August 9, 2013Last Updated on August 9, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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