By Sarah Brownstein
Hearts beating
slow and steady
tongues tasting
the candied flowers
rain
pouring down
down to the balls of the feet and past
into the dirt
waiting for us to fall asleep and
screaming for your mother to come
only to suffocate
and wake up
intertwined with your enemy
your lover
your lustful abuser
bruises
unseen to the naked eye
but present in the body and soul
your power draining
with every tear you shed.
About the Author
Sarah Brownstein is an author based in an ever-evolving world.
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