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Words by Laura Mostert

Laura Mostert | Feb 2nd, 2021 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Spewing from his lips
The words I fear
The words that echo inside of me
It’s hostile intent, degradation of my soul
Will I ever be whole?

Oozing from his lips
Words saw through me
Daggers sharp and concise
My wounds out of sight

I am who he says
Defective, a mess
Not good for anything
This is all I know

Bowed down head
I serve only him
Day and night
He is all I have

Poet Bio

Laura Mostert resides in the Western Cape. She has a degree in education and is currently a high school teacher.

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