Loss

we thought it was perfect
till it wasn’t
summer’s plump green leaf
rotting corpse-like
bloodied hands lost
fumbling invisible fingers
hesitate trembling
reaching for yesterdays lust

Wax On Handmade Paper

Wax On Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

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