Wound Poem by Shemaine English

Wound



waking at night
skin drenched in sweat
raw need

gnawing
at the emptiness
in
my stomach

you turn a corner

in my mind

and i run away
with the wind


starving
for you.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: emptiness,waking
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Shemaine English

Shemaine English

Greensboro, North Carolina
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