My washcloth
lying on the floor in the shower
next to the wall
looks like a woman
a weeping woman
she's lost everything
her children
her people
her home
she's all thats left
weeping,
laying on her stomach,
in dirt and filth
caused by a much bigger person
YOU ARE READING
Cacoethes Scribendi
PoetryA collection of poems, new and old. My first collection of poetry.
