Slow Heat
High strung
They called her
Unsettled
We come home
She’d clawed her a notch
Jerked the planks right out
Said the witch needed her.
They said it was my fault
How I carried on when
I carried her
Ginseng they said
Ease the hippo
Help her sleep
Start slow
Build the dose
None of us knew
What it would take
To smother her.
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The mystery of this poem is what makes it spark. I love how it plays with a they vs. her (man v. society) with the speaker somewhere in the middle.
yes, the mystery of this poem
rings
clear as a veil