the smell
of bruised apples
simmering
in the summer heat...
a blood stain on her shirt
Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine
A Room of My Own: Home, Sweet Home
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, XLI: "home"
boom, boom, boom
outside the steel safe room
with his ears covered
a boy sings,* If I had wings*
*l...