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flashlight batteries - poetry


Quiveringly quiet
with anticipation of freedom
framed by the sturdily built doorway
she waits to greet dusk
smelling the wind of tomorrow coming
once outside, she will never wear
that heavy cloak of blame again
even her shadow will no longer
be the same.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

dVerse quadrille – Quiver

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