Exposure

After all; I

am

Possessive.

 

I should. Be alone.

It stings. A year.

Before. I’m grown.

 

Listen to

the wicked wave

hiss.

It creeps up;

whores.

 

I’m bare

as a white sheet.

 

 
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Poetry posted here was originally posted on New Zealand Poetry

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