I never noticed before, but there's a maple tree just outside my window. I can see it as I soak in water that's so hot my skin should melt. Its blood red leaves are nearly gone, limbs bending in the breeze and I wonder what what it must feel like to be stripped bare and have the wind rip through me. I imagine it would slip through the spaces between my ribs, maybe curl its way around my age widened hips, creep in where my eyes would have been, or that space between my teeth that's always sensitive.
This is such a beautiful poem! I read it through twice and I’m still absorbing it all. Wow. I especially love the way you formatted it, flowing like the breeze. Such great poetry. ❤ ❤
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Thank you so much Lucy! I’m still kind of amazed when anyone likes my writing… it really means a lot to me ❤
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