Sunday Scribblings prompt is " Shame" This poem speaks for itself.
Dimished
Dimished
Encapsulated shame
Festers
Around her waist
Choking the lungs
Of trust
Buried
With the memory
Of that
Nineteen sixty six
Extra large
Dairy queen
Ice cream cone
That soothed
The trauma
Of a monsters
Paws
Roaming
Over a
Protesting
childs
Ten Year old
Buds
3 comments:
I like your photo and the poem is moving.
It almost hurts me to read this (But that's a credit to depth of your writing)! Shame can be an almost tangible emotion, especially to a child.
omg giggs. so touching and chilling.
I hope this isn't a personal reflection.
i don't think that this is u in the photo..
(if it's something obvious I am missing.. I am just SO loopy lately) so often victims feel shame instead of rage.
your writing is always amazing.
xoxo
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