Accepting thirty?
The hunt begins
you lie there
still
cold
and covered in steel
hiding beneath your flaxen sisters
I bend
stretch
and contort to find you
my hands fail me
once
twice
until I have you
and face the question my ancestors faced
to pluck
or not to pluck
6 comments:
I say pluck. (At least until they overtake the herd.)
i like that, who is it by?
numbah 2...I think you might be right my sista
lis...for reals?? I did silly.
I say - go find a nice lady to clean that mess up..... what a difference it makes!!
when I get one, I'll let you know.
Kris...I know our wires got crossed, but you are totally right.
lites...don't make me hate you.
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