Loom Poem by Ash Price
Loom
She welcomed the weight in her belly and began to loom,
She did not know that her life would end soon
With the tick of the clock and the sink on her bone,
The ravenous man entered with that tone.
Death had come to receive her life.
To all that time she had wasted, now had a price.
She wavered and cried but took a last sip,
Of that beautiful wine and pursed her lip.
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