Saturday, May 4, 2019

Lemongrass



The sun was dawning on her shoulders

but her spine, worn

did not feel the burn


Her tears dripped into the sink

into the sponge

and the soap (lemongrass)

burned bruised hands

with the sting of lost hope


- Helena Abondano 


★☆☾Decor★☆☾

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