Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, September 23, 2017
the other face
Empty tissue boxes,
syringes with caps left open
the prose sleeps in between dosages of medication
this is the other face of illness, no one sees clearly
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