Persian Rug, Spinning

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Water seeps into the roll, duct tape
waisting my middle, as the body spins

us down against seaweed and other men's
dropped burdens. The dead girl twirls
inside my sleeve of fine knots, spiraling pod
to the dark feet first, bare and pale and stiffening

below a rising breath of petals.

survivor poem, P.O.V. Persian Rug

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GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasureabout 15 years ago
Lovely!

What a haunting and unexpected beauty.

Tess