Projection Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Projection

Rating: 5.0


Slim legs, high shoes
peep at my privacy
when I aim to convert.
She smells my hiding
and traces my track.

I swore to Him above,
many times before.
Boxed myself in holes,
but she slinks into
the spaces like ants.

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