Ready
Touch me
Fingers stain rust-red
blood of the old maid.
Open me
I will moan
Uncertain.
Slam me
Against the wall
Hard.
Kudzu obscures the gate where jasmine bloomed last summer.
Fingers stain rust-red
blood of the old maid.
Open me
I will moan
Uncertain.
Slam me
Against the wall
Hard.
Kudzu obscures the gate where jasmine bloomed last summer.
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Author's Note
written after I awoke, post divorce
Other stories by Marcie Beyatte
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The graphic mirror effect of blood/bloom and the splendid leap to kudzu--which
covers/hinders/obscures/consumes, work beautifully here.
Thank you for reading and commenting. I am new to this site and I'm enjoying myself here.
I look forward to reading your work soon.