
MISREAD
You’ll find her in the unlettered pages
Of books ventured and unread
Split in half at the seam
And down the spine
Placed on the corner
of partly vacant shelves
Low but obscure
And within reach
With quivering voice
And a shivering whisper
She speaks of being unopened
and misunderstood
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With just a part of meI welcome you to embark Upon my infinite mystery Of unwritten love let
The Unwanted Fetus
He must have hated meDeep within the crevices of my nocturnal wombAlone in this desolate tractWhe
Spilled Milk
Almost fondlyWith fervent stareI welcome you to slip cautiouslyInto a moldable feast
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