Dislocated Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Dislocated



An invoice of silence in a bill of time
Sometimes a second pronounced targeted holes of darts
Much as I try never to miss a single point
The whole world within might easily fall apart
Makes me a queen of arrows – a fractured disjoint

©Miroslava Odalovic

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