@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #poetry #mpprompt
This poem will
not be televised
but I may be
Incentivized
by
likes, reposts,
quote posts,
and the cream-
replies,
I may say this is
for art,
(she sighs)
but it’s also
for me, for ego,
for the high
I won’t,
can’t,
lie.
This poem will
not be televised
but I may be
Incentivized
by
likes, reposts,
quote posts,
and the cream-
replies,
I may say this is
for art,
(she sighs)
but it’s also
for me, for ego,
for the high
I won’t,
can’t,
lie.
June 15, 2025 at 3:10 PM
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #poetry #mpprompt
This poem will
not be televised
but I may be
Incentivized
by
likes, reposts,
quote posts,
and the cream-
replies,
I may say this is
for art,
(she sighs)
but it’s also
for me, for ego,
for the high
I won’t,
can’t,
lie.
This poem will
not be televised
but I may be
Incentivized
by
likes, reposts,
quote posts,
and the cream-
replies,
I may say this is
for art,
(she sighs)
but it’s also
for me, for ego,
for the high
I won’t,
can’t,
lie.
I build a statue to us
inside myself
the foundation stone
laid down
the day we met
& even when we'd crumbled
to nothing but rubble,
our statue grew—
new bricks made
of denial
& romanticising.
Even now, I can't bear
to tear it down.
It'd leave too great
an empty space
inside of me.
#mpprompt
inside myself
the foundation stone
laid down
the day we met
& even when we'd crumbled
to nothing but rubble,
our statue grew—
new bricks made
of denial
& romanticising.
Even now, I can't bear
to tear it down.
It'd leave too great
an empty space
inside of me.
#mpprompt
October 7, 2026 at 5:45 PM
I build a statue to us
inside myself
the foundation stone
laid down
the day we met
& even when we'd crumbled
to nothing but rubble,
our statue grew—
new bricks made
of denial
& romanticising.
Even now, I can't bear
to tear it down.
It'd leave too great
an empty space
inside of me.
#mpprompt
inside myself
the foundation stone
laid down
the day we met
& even when we'd crumbled
to nothing but rubble,
our statue grew—
new bricks made
of denial
& romanticising.
Even now, I can't bear
to tear it down.
It'd leave too great
an empty space
inside of me.
#mpprompt
Autumn plays
its usual tricks—
lulling with cosy evenings
& a soundtrack
of gentle rain.
As if the walls
between worlds
have not
been compromised
as if ancestral ghosts
don't lurk in the dark
as if, when I sleep,
my dreams are not seeped
in all of the ancient magic
buried within me.
#mpprompt
its usual tricks—
lulling with cosy evenings
& a soundtrack
of gentle rain.
As if the walls
between worlds
have not
been compromised
as if ancestral ghosts
don't lurk in the dark
as if, when I sleep,
my dreams are not seeped
in all of the ancient magic
buried within me.
#mpprompt
October 6, 2026 at 7:33 PM
Autumn plays
its usual tricks—
lulling with cosy evenings
& a soundtrack
of gentle rain.
As if the walls
between worlds
have not
been compromised
as if ancestral ghosts
don't lurk in the dark
as if, when I sleep,
my dreams are not seeped
in all of the ancient magic
buried within me.
#mpprompt
its usual tricks—
lulling with cosy evenings
& a soundtrack
of gentle rain.
As if the walls
between worlds
have not
been compromised
as if ancestral ghosts
don't lurk in the dark
as if, when I sleep,
my dreams are not seeped
in all of the ancient magic
buried within me.
#mpprompt
Time's like the sun
how it burns
through my dreams
evaporating them
one by one
til clouds rest
over my head
where blue skies
used to sit
but in this anticlimax
my life has become
there's a storm brewing
& when it breaks
I'll stand in the rain
& reclaim every dream
I haven't lived
yet.
#mpprompt
how it burns
through my dreams
evaporating them
one by one
til clouds rest
over my head
where blue skies
used to sit
but in this anticlimax
my life has become
there's a storm brewing
& when it breaks
I'll stand in the rain
& reclaim every dream
I haven't lived
yet.
#mpprompt
October 8, 2026 at 8:29 PM
Time's like the sun
how it burns
through my dreams
evaporating them
one by one
til clouds rest
over my head
where blue skies
used to sit
but in this anticlimax
my life has become
there's a storm brewing
& when it breaks
I'll stand in the rain
& reclaim every dream
I haven't lived
yet.
#mpprompt
how it burns
through my dreams
evaporating them
one by one
til clouds rest
over my head
where blue skies
used to sit
but in this anticlimax
my life has become
there's a storm brewing
& when it breaks
I'll stand in the rain
& reclaim every dream
I haven't lived
yet.
#mpprompt
Dawn Thirty.
The sudden shimmer
Stops time
cold
crisp
shining.
A symphony of silence
Booms.
We listen like thieves
Stealing foreverness.
#ForestFriday #EastCoastKin
#PhotographersofBlueSky #nature #Scape #BWFriday #ColorADay
#MPPrompt #poetry #PhotoHour
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
The sudden shimmer
Stops time
cold
crisp
shining.
A symphony of silence
Booms.
We listen like thieves
Stealing foreverness.
#ForestFriday #EastCoastKin
#PhotographersofBlueSky #nature #Scape #BWFriday #ColorADay
#MPPrompt #poetry #PhotoHour
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
December 19, 2025 at 5:39 PM
Dawn Thirty.
The sudden shimmer
Stops time
cold
crisp
shining.
A symphony of silence
Booms.
We listen like thieves
Stealing foreverness.
#ForestFriday #EastCoastKin
#PhotographersofBlueSky #nature #Scape #BWFriday #ColorADay
#MPPrompt #poetry #PhotoHour
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
The sudden shimmer
Stops time
cold
crisp
shining.
A symphony of silence
Booms.
We listen like thieves
Stealing foreverness.
#ForestFriday #EastCoastKin
#PhotographersofBlueSky #nature #Scape #BWFriday #ColorADay
#MPPrompt #poetry #PhotoHour
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #mpprompt
#poetry
How to Fuck Up Your Child
tell them their existence
is only to feed your ego,
criticize everything about them,
head to toe,
inside
out;
then anytime they
need you,
change the subject,
make it about you,
say you had it
worse,
and say
get over it.
#poetry
How to Fuck Up Your Child
tell them their existence
is only to feed your ego,
criticize everything about them,
head to toe,
inside
out;
then anytime they
need you,
change the subject,
make it about you,
say you had it
worse,
and say
get over it.
July 3, 2025 at 2:01 PM
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #mpprompt
#poetry
How to Fuck Up Your Child
tell them their existence
is only to feed your ego,
criticize everything about them,
head to toe,
inside
out;
then anytime they
need you,
change the subject,
make it about you,
say you had it
worse,
and say
get over it.
#poetry
How to Fuck Up Your Child
tell them their existence
is only to feed your ego,
criticize everything about them,
head to toe,
inside
out;
then anytime they
need you,
change the subject,
make it about you,
say you had it
worse,
and say
get over it.
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #mpprompt #poetry
Nothing is harder than marriage,
except maybe ending it-
telling someone you chose
that you’ve stopped choosing them,
saying that you are tired of fighting to make things work,
watching the face that you
still love,
be hurt
Nothing is harder than marriage,
except maybe ending it-
telling someone you chose
that you’ve stopped choosing them,
saying that you are tired of fighting to make things work,
watching the face that you
still love,
be hurt
November 7, 2025 at 9:17 PM
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #mpprompt #poetry
Nothing is harder than marriage,
except maybe ending it-
telling someone you chose
that you’ve stopped choosing them,
saying that you are tired of fighting to make things work,
watching the face that you
still love,
be hurt
Nothing is harder than marriage,
except maybe ending it-
telling someone you chose
that you’ve stopped choosing them,
saying that you are tired of fighting to make things work,
watching the face that you
still love,
be hurt
I carry pieces of the past
around in my pockets
like lint or loose change—
& used to value them
just the same.
But once I tried
to throw some
in the bin
& my heart,
with an anguished shriek,
snatched them back—
turns out these scraps
are all that's left
of the best times
I ever had.
#mpprompt
around in my pockets
like lint or loose change—
& used to value them
just the same.
But once I tried
to throw some
in the bin
& my heart,
with an anguished shriek,
snatched them back—
turns out these scraps
are all that's left
of the best times
I ever had.
#mpprompt
Today’s #poetryprompt:
I think there’s a lot to say about putting value in whats left behind.
Write me a poem about Leftovers
#MPPrompt
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Follow for daily prompts
I think there’s a lot to say about putting value in whats left behind.
Write me a poem about Leftovers
#MPPrompt
I repost replies
Follow for daily prompts
October 4, 2026 at 3:23 PM
I carry pieces of the past
around in my pockets
like lint or loose change—
& used to value them
just the same.
But once I tried
to throw some
in the bin
& my heart,
with an anguished shriek,
snatched them back—
turns out these scraps
are all that's left
of the best times
I ever had.
#mpprompt
around in my pockets
like lint or loose change—
& used to value them
just the same.
But once I tried
to throw some
in the bin
& my heart,
with an anguished shriek,
snatched them back—
turns out these scraps
are all that's left
of the best times
I ever had.
#mpprompt
October 5, 2026 at 2:38 PM
My mummified past
follows me around
like a zombie,
unable to rest.
It wants my time,
my attention,
but I give it nothing.
It is not
what it pretends to be—
made grotesque
by too many attempts
at resurrection.
If only it could
lay down in its grave
& find the peace
we deserve.
#mpprompt
follows me around
like a zombie,
unable to rest.
It wants my time,
my attention,
but I give it nothing.
It is not
what it pretends to be—
made grotesque
by too many attempts
at resurrection.
If only it could
lay down in its grave
& find the peace
we deserve.
#mpprompt
October 5, 2026 at 6:28 PM
My mummified past
follows me around
like a zombie,
unable to rest.
It wants my time,
my attention,
but I give it nothing.
It is not
what it pretends to be—
made grotesque
by too many attempts
at resurrection.
If only it could
lay down in its grave
& find the peace
we deserve.
#mpprompt
follows me around
like a zombie,
unable to rest.
It wants my time,
my attention,
but I give it nothing.
It is not
what it pretends to be—
made grotesque
by too many attempts
at resurrection.
If only it could
lay down in its grave
& find the peace
we deserve.
#mpprompt
I am learning
how to say
I love me-
sounds trite,
simplistic-
self-hate has
been with me
like a perfect
fitting band
tour t-shirt
for adulthood-
self-deprecation,
devaluation
my norm
to avoid rejection
and it’s bee sting
some days I don’t love
me
#mpprompt #poetry @malformed-poetry.bsky.social
how to say
I love me-
sounds trite,
simplistic-
self-hate has
been with me
like a perfect
fitting band
tour t-shirt
for adulthood-
self-deprecation,
devaluation
my norm
to avoid rejection
and it’s bee sting
some days I don’t love
me
#mpprompt #poetry @malformed-poetry.bsky.social
October 20, 2025 at 7:19 PM
I am learning
how to say
I love me-
sounds trite,
simplistic-
self-hate has
been with me
like a perfect
fitting band
tour t-shirt
for adulthood-
self-deprecation,
devaluation
my norm
to avoid rejection
and it’s bee sting
some days I don’t love
me
#mpprompt #poetry @malformed-poetry.bsky.social
how to say
I love me-
sounds trite,
simplistic-
self-hate has
been with me
like a perfect
fitting band
tour t-shirt
for adulthood-
self-deprecation,
devaluation
my norm
to avoid rejection
and it’s bee sting
some days I don’t love
me
#mpprompt #poetry @malformed-poetry.bsky.social
all my ghosts are near
bakhoor resin smoke and ash
welcome to the night
#MPPrompt @malformed-poetry.bsky.social #vss365 #ash #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #RoseWednesday #EastCoastKin #photography #BloomScrolling #FlowerReport
bakhoor resin smoke and ash
welcome to the night
#MPPrompt @malformed-poetry.bsky.social #vss365 #ash #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #RoseWednesday #EastCoastKin #photography #BloomScrolling #FlowerReport
October 9, 2025 at 1:44 AM
all my ghosts are near
bakhoor resin smoke and ash
welcome to the night
#MPPrompt @malformed-poetry.bsky.social #vss365 #ash #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #RoseWednesday #EastCoastKin #photography #BloomScrolling #FlowerReport
bakhoor resin smoke and ash
welcome to the night
#MPPrompt @malformed-poetry.bsky.social #vss365 #ash #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #RoseWednesday #EastCoastKin #photography #BloomScrolling #FlowerReport
I am a tree
deeply rooted
I'll stay in this soil
even as it's leeched
of nutrients
but my soul
is a foreign bird,
a nomad—
no fixed abode
it often stretches
out it's wings
eyes on the horizon
ready to fly
but there are branches
where wings should be
reaching reaching
toward the sun.
#mpprompt
deeply rooted
I'll stay in this soil
even as it's leeched
of nutrients
but my soul
is a foreign bird,
a nomad—
no fixed abode
it often stretches
out it's wings
eyes on the horizon
ready to fly
but there are branches
where wings should be
reaching reaching
toward the sun.
#mpprompt
October 3, 2026 at 4:51 PM
I am a tree
deeply rooted
I'll stay in this soil
even as it's leeched
of nutrients
but my soul
is a foreign bird,
a nomad—
no fixed abode
it often stretches
out it's wings
eyes on the horizon
ready to fly
but there are branches
where wings should be
reaching reaching
toward the sun.
#mpprompt
deeply rooted
I'll stay in this soil
even as it's leeched
of nutrients
but my soul
is a foreign bird,
a nomad—
no fixed abode
it often stretches
out it's wings
eyes on the horizon
ready to fly
but there are branches
where wings should be
reaching reaching
toward the sun.
#mpprompt
October 8, 2026 at 3:03 PM
A mote within a drop
within an ocean of people—
feeling small & lonely
among an infinity
of souls
all scrambling for some
hold in this damned world,
even as the sinking ship
slides vertical
but you caught my hand,
gave me a twirl
now we laugh & we dance
as the rising water swirls.
#mpprompt
within an ocean of people—
feeling small & lonely
among an infinity
of souls
all scrambling for some
hold in this damned world,
even as the sinking ship
slides vertical
but you caught my hand,
gave me a twirl
now we laugh & we dance
as the rising water swirls.
#mpprompt
November 27, 2025 at 4:20 PM
A mote within a drop
within an ocean of people—
feeling small & lonely
among an infinity
of souls
all scrambling for some
hold in this damned world,
even as the sinking ship
slides vertical
but you caught my hand,
gave me a twirl
now we laugh & we dance
as the rising water swirls.
#mpprompt
within an ocean of people—
feeling small & lonely
among an infinity
of souls
all scrambling for some
hold in this damned world,
even as the sinking ship
slides vertical
but you caught my hand,
gave me a twirl
now we laugh & we dance
as the rising water swirls.
#mpprompt
I want to be good
& kind & decent
but I can't afford
the renovations—
something rotten
in my foundations,
long obscured
by youth & charm
but now I'm older
& it's starting to show
like woodworm
in the floorboards.
Tread carefully,
the sign says—
there are cracks
in the structure
of her.
#mpprompt
& kind & decent
but I can't afford
the renovations—
something rotten
in my foundations,
long obscured
by youth & charm
but now I'm older
& it's starting to show
like woodworm
in the floorboards.
Tread carefully,
the sign says—
there are cracks
in the structure
of her.
#mpprompt
October 2, 2026 at 4:59 PM
I want to be good
& kind & decent
but I can't afford
the renovations—
something rotten
in my foundations,
long obscured
by youth & charm
but now I'm older
& it's starting to show
like woodworm
in the floorboards.
Tread carefully,
the sign says—
there are cracks
in the structure
of her.
#mpprompt
& kind & decent
but I can't afford
the renovations—
something rotten
in my foundations,
long obscured
by youth & charm
but now I'm older
& it's starting to show
like woodworm
in the floorboards.
Tread carefully,
the sign says—
there are cracks
in the structure
of her.
#mpprompt
#MPprompt @malformed-poetry.bsky.social #PinkMon #ColorADay #EastCoastKin #FlowerReport #BloomScrolling #DailyHaikuPrompt #HaikuFeels
autumn joy blooms
a soft landing
feels like this
autumn joy blooms
a soft landing
feels like this
September 22, 2025 at 10:29 PM
#MPprompt @malformed-poetry.bsky.social #PinkMon #ColorADay #EastCoastKin #FlowerReport #BloomScrolling #DailyHaikuPrompt #HaikuFeels
autumn joy blooms
a soft landing
feels like this
autumn joy blooms
a soft landing
feels like this
ℂ𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅-𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀
ℝ𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾
𝕆’𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾
𝕎𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗅
ℕ𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅
....••°° °°••....••°° °°••....
#MPprompt | #veneration
#WildWalkPrompt | #hills
#blueskyrelay | #crown
#tanka
#mobilephotography
#photography
#stunday
ℝ𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾
𝕆’𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾
𝕎𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗅
ℕ𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅
....••°° °°••....••°° °°••....
#MPprompt | #veneration
#WildWalkPrompt | #hills
#blueskyrelay | #crown
#tanka
#mobilephotography
#photography
#stunday
August 16, 2025 at 9:51 PM
ℂ𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅-𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀
ℝ𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾
𝕆’𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾
𝕎𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗅
ℕ𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅
....••°° °°••....••°° °°••....
#MPprompt | #veneration
#WildWalkPrompt | #hills
#blueskyrelay | #crown
#tanka
#mobilephotography
#photography
#stunday
ℝ𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾
𝕆’𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾
𝕎𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗅
ℕ𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅
....••°° °°••....••°° °°••....
#MPprompt | #veneration
#WildWalkPrompt | #hills
#blueskyrelay | #crown
#tanka
#mobilephotography
#photography
#stunday
October 7, 2026 at 12:37 AM
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #mpprompt #poetry
Being a woman
is to be exploited-
your face,
breasts,
uterus-
belongs
to everyone,
everyone
makes comments
and decisions about them;
everyone thinks they
should have access
to all of you,
all the time
until you are used
up and discarded
Being a woman
is to be exploited-
your face,
breasts,
uterus-
belongs
to everyone,
everyone
makes comments
and decisions about them;
everyone thinks they
should have access
to all of you,
all the time
until you are used
up and discarded
September 25, 2025 at 2:40 PM
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #mpprompt #poetry
Being a woman
is to be exploited-
your face,
breasts,
uterus-
belongs
to everyone,
everyone
makes comments
and decisions about them;
everyone thinks they
should have access
to all of you,
all the time
until you are used
up and discarded
Being a woman
is to be exploited-
your face,
breasts,
uterus-
belongs
to everyone,
everyone
makes comments
and decisions about them;
everyone thinks they
should have access
to all of you,
all the time
until you are used
up and discarded
deep, is the root
of our collective agony,
crappy is the current hegemony
—
#brevity #senryu #mpprompt #root
#augustevening #wildfirehazesunset
of our collective agony,
crappy is the current hegemony
—
#brevity #senryu #mpprompt #root
#augustevening #wildfirehazesunset
August 6, 2025 at 5:00 PM
deep, is the root
of our collective agony,
crappy is the current hegemony
—
#brevity #senryu #mpprompt #root
#augustevening #wildfirehazesunset
of our collective agony,
crappy is the current hegemony
—
#brevity #senryu #mpprompt #root
#augustevening #wildfirehazesunset
Today’s #poetryprompt:
Just found out Tenerife has a big Francisco Franco statue.
Write me a poem about regrettable monuments to YOUR past
#MPPrompt
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Just found out Tenerife has a big Francisco Franco statue.
Write me a poem about regrettable monuments to YOUR past
#MPPrompt
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October 7, 2026 at 3:36 PM
Today’s #poetryprompt:
Just found out Tenerife has a big Francisco Franco statue.
Write me a poem about regrettable monuments to YOUR past
#MPPrompt
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Follow for daily prompts
Just found out Tenerife has a big Francisco Franco statue.
Write me a poem about regrettable monuments to YOUR past
#MPPrompt
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Follow for daily prompts
"_is not dead"
#mpprompt
#hopeisnotdead
#Madrigal
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#writing #writingcommunity
#poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
#mpprompt
#hopeisnotdead
#Madrigal
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#writing #writingcommunity
#poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
March 28, 2026 at 4:59 PM
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #mpprompt #poetry
This is not a poem about abuse
but the women
who
move through
the world
silently
in
shame
and
wonder
how
long their
wills are going to
hold
and
suspect
everyone
sees them
This is not a poem about abuse
but the women
who
move through
the world
silently
in
shame
and
wonder
how
long their
wills are going to
hold
and
suspect
everyone
sees them
November 19, 2025 at 10:48 PM
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social #mpprompt #poetry
This is not a poem about abuse
but the women
who
move through
the world
silently
in
shame
and
wonder
how
long their
wills are going to
hold
and
suspect
everyone
sees them
This is not a poem about abuse
but the women
who
move through
the world
silently
in
shame
and
wonder
how
long their
wills are going to
hold
and
suspect
everyone
sees them
