Shmoo

I think I am one

life, one memory

cloaked injury shield

hawk guarded field

 

I think I am one

hazy sunlit shade

reflected fire blade

craving another run

 

Never done, un-won

stroking heat

beat, back beat

street meat

 

I think I am one

cheap cheetah

tearing raw flesh

praying for vulnerability

 

Stable stealth

guilt-stricken bitch

beneath floorboards

a concrete witch

 

I think I am

driven by fear

afraid to sheer

Turtle Shells.

Published by Sine Pari Poet

In Arabic, Ayesha means Life--I am Woman--of Poetry, Poetic Prose, Photography, and the Creation of All of My Dreams, all of which end in Artistry. I have often been referred to as Enigmatic and Magnetic, but also Selfless ("to a fault"). Some call me an "m-path" because I am highly compassionate. I sincerely hope that you enjoy all that I have to offer. Thank you for taking the time to Read Me. I am Proud. I am Ayesha. With Love, Ayesha R. Gill عايشة رامازاً جل

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