Tajma Hall

Rookie (01-15-1976 / Louisiana)

Slayer - Poem by Tajma Hall

My dry fist
faced with full expression
along this ties fisted chain
lock this grip
I search in the covers
me down in twists
convulsing with pain
the pleasure I adore
the more twist in my chain
a mind in cellar
no cops a plea
just me in the covers
I flee
today amber
Sat fits in rows

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 1, 2011

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