for you I would strip
these kid gloves off, finger by
finger, so slowly
showing red-ribbon
scars and scratches quick-torn nails--
how from the tunnel
unhouseling my
self from gravest dirt I clawed
my way back to life
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these kid gloves off, finger by
finger, so slowly
scars and scratches quick-torn nails--
how from the tunnel
unhouseling my
self from gravest dirt I clawed
my way back to life
Share |
4 comments:
love ly!
unhouseling my
self from gravest dirt I clawed
my way back to life
o that's said with great economy and skill.
~Beth
Another wonderful poem, Pamela!
Stunning in its simplicity, a true artist with words.. blown away again by your words.. janzi
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