Cinnamon Sticks Staining The Etchings - Poem by Onyi Ogwumike
Cinnamon sticks staining the etchings
of maturity of my mole-skin breaks
against the tan pink of my tear smoother.
The favor never obliged…
The sores toughening, I pick at them mercilessly.
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