fracture fragments
- J.W. Arthur
- Apr 14
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 22
AftHERmath
by J.W. Arthur
I still think of you.
Your hair.
Eyes.
Smile.
That trace of perfume.
It's left me riven.
Skinned.
Hollowed.
Bereft in my ruin.
Copyright MMXXVI by J.W. Arthur
The poem simply came to me. Fragments of memory and emotion.
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