I will come unexpected
through the sickness
through the viral
I will come to wipe out the night
An abortion of our secret
has become the spiral wing
in the hand of menace
I will be through the glimpse
I’ll turn your body and make it swear again,
then we’ll dance on your parade
in the end I will come to you
through a veil
no one sees
Oh mother can’t you see the horror?
Your child is gasping on a rim
out loud, these words not spoken
in a filth of poison stings
Now here it is in my hand
like victims, as we lay down
in the name of remedy
we all grow apart it seems
And when time comes
hold on skin
cast away the scars and all
we lay down on our feet
to the mirror mask we worship
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The path was rough and old
last remains far, away
from home
For on this night you stand
still as I speak
your name no more
Vall.Grey poetry 
Your poem expresses so much raw emotion and descriptive imagery. 💓
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Thank you Michele, for your kind words!! I am so grateful ❤
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Vivid!!
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Thank you so much dear Shraddha ❤
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Words that claw into the darkness and co e out holding beauty.
That’s as authentic as it gets.
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Thank you so much for your kind comment! I’m very grateful ❤
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A very organic verse. Raw intense ..
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Thank you ❤ I really like rawness in poems generally, and free verses. Thanks again for your comment, I appreciate it…
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You are very welcome 🤗.. yes, I agree with you about vers libre.
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Those words…an abortion of our secret…cuts deep. I love the way you write. Thank you
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Thank you!! Yes, that’s one of my favorite lines too. Thanks for commenting ❤
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My pleasure
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