Visitors Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Visitors



Visitors

Unlike he, maybe she
With the door wide open.
(Saw witches on return.)

I want to lock my door
Let me die in silence
With no-one till rotten.

Then I will
Be removed; got ridden
See no harm in this way.

Monday, June 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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