Picked myself up from the concrete floor,
Skin grazed and raw, Knees weak
Shadowed surroundings echoed whispers of confusion.
Amongst the pines that pricked my careless hands
I stumbled head first into arms
Unforeseen and warm.
Shackled ankles came loose.
Rose up from a grave shallow and cold
you taught me to spit words that came tangled in thought.
Skeletons entwined without conflict.
My body became a vessel for
Seeped through every pore,
soaking my dress.
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Comments about this poem (Disembalmed by Laura Milner )
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