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A Poem by Mistress of the moon

I burnt myself yesterday.
Not purposefully but I didn’t prevent it either.
Wanted to be sure I was still here enough to feel.
Boiling hot water on my fingers, tickling down leaving trails of red irritation in its wake.
They watched me do it, knew it hurt and caught me smile just a bit.
Because now I know not even heat could do me harm.
What a piece of knowledge that is.
What a threat I’ve become.
What a woman.

© 2020 Mistress of the moon


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I really quite like this, there is power within it and the speaker.
Thank you for sharing!

Posted 2 Years Ago


This poem was powerful and deep! Kinda thought provoking!

Posted 2 Years Ago


It was hard for me to read that one
If you had to burn your fingers in order to feel it mean a deep emptiness elsewhere
Thanks for sharing your words

Posted 4 Years Ago



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