Posted by: Dan | July 22, 2004

Her

Her body’s like a prison
that’s locked-up from the inside,
but always open to those
outside.
They choose to come, and then go –
but she still has no way out.

It’s a partner that she can
hardly recognize. Although
strangers never cease to look
at her,
as if they somehow know her –
like it`s inevitable.

Like they see the things she hides
from the image she reflects.
Like hot water over glass,
Or wind
that moves over still water –
Only the heat is stifling.

And the wind is biting.

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Responses

  1. It’s painful, but
    I like that.


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