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water spout
an empty water spout
nothing left to give
empty inside
but not outside
dehydrated
light sensitivity
red spilling on the carpet
the perfect month
rise from the ashes
or stay hidden in them
nothing left to give
empty inside
but not outside
dehydrated
light sensitivity
red spilling on the carpet
the perfect month
rise from the ashes
or stay hidden in them
Published 6th Mar 2021
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Hi Julia,
This poem emanates, and I am struck by the word "dehydrated" ...it's leaving me with a sense of barren isolation... You do such a terrific job at expressing yourself in this minimalistic style.
I hope you can use your poetry to funnel some of your emptiness, at least a tiny bit ;)
I thank you for sharing,
🌹
-B
This poem emanates, and I am struck by the word "dehydrated" ...it's leaving me with a sense of barren isolation... You do such a terrific job at expressing yourself in this minimalistic style.
I hope you can use your poetry to funnel some of your emptiness, at least a tiny bit ;)
I thank you for sharing,
🌹
-B
7th Mar 2021 4:49am
