Sherry Asbury

Box Of Bones

Some sorrows strip of us of our very flesh,
corrosive hatred rakes away sinews, tendons
and that covering of many colors...
One mistake undid me
There was no forgiveness laying in wait
Constant pressing nothingness answered
my letters and lent me a broken heart
What has an old Mother but her family
One choice that consumed me, destroyed me

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