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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4287 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Reflection Treezaa (T.E. Ballard) I’ve grown tired of simile, metaphor, the red teeth around my neck, the fox dropping stones at my door. Today, alone the world walked by and three women stopped at my window. The first had breasts like buds, tight-fisted and she past slowly watching her own eyes. A mother held her baby on a hip and a man held them both and in that moment, they were satisfied. The third, the one I do not speak of with symbols or with signs. The fox she came undid her coat, stood bare, and beckoned me outside and this where it could beautiful, this beast, but words are without meaning. I’ve grown tired of the animal. |
