Stigmata Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Stigmata



Wringing feelings
Like a sponge…
The words dripped down
My lips
Onto the page
—staining my soul

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2016)

Thursday, July 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: words
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