from the man who loves me
but no longer does
to the woman who brought water
to burnt shrubs
the taste
of your blood
on my lips
was bittersweet
the feel
of your skin
on mine
was heaven sent
YOU ARE READING
dirty paws
PoetryA POEM A DAY the words of a woman who wove love through her pores trying to remove his dirty paws from her sores Inspired by the #MeToo movement, dirty paws displays the struggles of a woman as she attempts to overcome her experiences of assaul...
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from the man who loves me
but no longer does
to the woman who brought water
to burnt shrubs
the taste
of your blood
on my lips
was bittersweet
the feel
of your skin
on mine
was heaven sent
