Poetry By avadevenitch Winter Skin The season's vulnerabilityGiving in In innocent waysPeeling skinReveals red ribbonsNetworks of cross stitchesBleeding, scabbing overBegin againThis snow soaks it inAnd round plums ripened
Poetry By avadevenitch Generational Oh, my no peanut butter during the war, Catholic school grandfatherMy orange juice pouring, snarky commenting, desperate patriarch who nods his head without refrain
Poetry By avadevenitch Pinky Promise? Caught in the curve of entwined fingersbehind your backAre where promisesfind themselves suffocatedThese are what you have for meYou have brought fruitand you have gathered flowerswhose petals vow your devotion
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