Is It Poetry
On The Death And Rape Of A Younger Woman - Poem by Is It Poetry
Mazes of trails only they know.
Where some go the blind,
Isles of cardboard boxes,
an empty package.
The empty horse,
Black and white grainy pictures.
A blue blow fly sits,
in the corner of her eye.
Clothing scattered throughout,
across and around.
A young teenage girl not a man.
laying in the snow, purple blue.
They quietly got on and off.
In a hurry.
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