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Hymen by Mapule Mohulatsi

Poetry Potion | Oct 6th, 2014 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments

Poem

Dust gathers at the feet of a broken belly,

The morning makes a shadowy blind entrance,
Smoke, the illusion of her sensuality, is amiss,
Dogs howl in the phantasmagoria of a soulful tangible ghost,
Smoke, the illusion of her sensuality is amiss.
Locked walls.
Broken silences.
6am midnights.
Nightmares, touched.
Hymens, are tangible things.
Dust…
gathers at the feet of a broken belly.

Poet Bio

Lover, student, teacher, daughter. Holy mother of all Dragons.

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