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heat-speckled brown.
When her thoughts came down the blackberry vine
there was
a bittersweet moment of stifling clarity.
And now knots of stubborn regret build in her knuckles,
her mind
buckling around a new concept of self that is not fair.
She has made these scorching days too easy on herself.
clicking on
the air conditioner at a warm breeze, terrified.
And the fruit is squished, wasted beneath her toes,
while she
winces, nauseous, at how so much giving can make you so selfish.
there was
a bittersweet moment of stifling clarity.
And now knots of stubborn regret build in her knuckles,
her mind
buckling around a new concept of self that is not fair.
She has made these scorching days too easy on herself.
clicking on
the air conditioner at a warm breeze, terrified.
And the fruit is squished, wasted beneath her toes,
while she
winces, nauseous, at how so much giving can make you so selfish.
Published 14th Jul 2013
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