Black soot smudged
Unclean, unfathomable
Nails scraping under the thin layer of dirt
Unacceptable
The innocence of white feathers
Glides across her cheek
Picking up the tar from her mouth
Spreading like the dirt we eat
YOU ARE READING
strangers
Poetrywe are all strangers, are we not? [© 2014, silencieuse. All rights reserved]
