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Watch her arch her burdened back, Open her bruised arms, far and wide, Murmur tearful yet grateful chants, As she inhales hate and breathe out Nothing, oh nothing, but love. — 03.08.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Larm Rmah on Unsplash For dVerse OpenLinkNight #238  

metamorphosis (an utendi)

To the girl in sequined long dress exuding grace with innocence, your future is anyone’s guess. Oh, time can reveal what it is. To the lady with red sharp nails wearing your faux sensual, thin veil, your young age allows you to fail, our fate will be better than this. To the woman clothed in… Continue reading metamorphosis (an utendi)

Cave Woman

Cave woman. That taunting nickname was born when I was a teenager because of my bar-hate. The tag and my bar inexperience have remained until now that I’m almost at my four-decade mark. I hate the smell of beers and alcohols, most of all, smoke. I can’t stand noise equally. Beyond these, I’ve heard and watched… Continue reading Cave Woman

Woman’s Worth: A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme*

Woman’s Worth: A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme* Your staring wide grinning eyes consume the beauty I behold. From my face to my toes you gaze as if I’m a shining gold. Words will be futile, ‘cause your malicious gape speak for itself. Dark dreamy, steamy scenes your mind creates, I can see myself. Stop!… Continue reading Woman’s Worth: A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme*