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Poetry · Writing

trauma stop

August 26, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

she was a needle beetle

crawling on all fours

ice in her veins

of what remains.

red puff explodes from her eyes

circled her like a vulture

claim to be of culture

nothing but guilty spies.

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And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

–
William Shakespeare
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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