Willow (standard:poetry, 146 words)
Author: Anonymous	Added: Feb 11 2013	Views/Reads: 2457/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A poem about abuse.

Willow 

She lies in a separate shadowy space, that is largely unattended. Cut
off from the world in death as in life. Covered by a comfortless 
blanket of angry thorns that – like him – seek blood if approached 
incorrectly. From the wrong direction, on the wrong day, at the wrong 
moment, one second too soon, lacking the right answer. (Which she 
rarely seemed to possess) Sad, headless stems in small pots with faded 
ribbons fall at her feet – as she did at his. Each time the last. Each 
time the last. And at her head a struggling willow. It's potential, 
like hers, slowly choked away from lack of care. Wind, rain, sun and 
time all now conspire to strip away a little more of her name each day. 
Soon leaving all to wonder who she was. She lies in a separate shadowy 
space, that is largely unattended. 


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