survivor
your touch
persistent
unwelcome
triggers
ancient volcanoes
bitter memories
that erupt
scalding┬аskin
and soul
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Poetry by Abigail Silversmith Irfan
Poem: the first thing they notice about her
that is the first thing they notice about her, probably the only thing
poem: intimate feelings
lying on the bed, i tend a sacrificial fire, and invent a new hymn: this.
Poem: One hundred people hear the truth
“I told one hundred people
And the truth has set me free”