by Andrea Laws
she waits
black leather
skin-covered secret
concealed by un-washable fear
she sparks
silent, starred anticipation
familiar visitors
never revealed
she drags
swept, scooped, and sold
recyclable trash for
another day
she burns
molted shell tossed
in shame, in trust
in agony
she ashes
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December 14, 2014
Last updated February 18, 2016