Fat Bottom Girl Said What

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No Succor



leaves, void of chlorophyll,

scratch along the ground,


blown by a ceaseless howling wind,

which echoes the sounds of my soul


naked rose hips, petals long discarded,

scrape against the weathered wood of the fence,

clawing at it, like the hounds of hell

knocking at my door trying to gain entry


why do you hunt me?

constantly searching for the shell I have become


even camped in the depths of despair,

you persist in driving me further down

into the abyss


I’m lost forever to your darkness










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4 thoughts on “No Succor

  1. I wish I didn’t feel this as personally and as poignantly as I do, but I do…
    thank you…

  2. Love this one and how you compared it to your shell. Nice!
    Thanks for stopping by the Drop and Hop!

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