The Onion 2 Poem by Minnie Gehrig
The Onion 2
Our love is...
so far from..
unrequited...
freedom...
it is the dead sand upon the lips..
that turn around n breathe life into..
all this broken...
me
solidified in the dark..
embers shiver in the darkness
afraid to be perfect
to well used...
n your smile is a beacon in the dark...
I put the light out...
don't see me here
half peeled
layers of meaty flesh
stinking up the sweetness
of a well planned meal.......
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4/25/2024 12:19:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
you are a skillful poet and this poem you wrote with no error