Poem – Feral (By Allison Grayhurst)
Feral I bend in mourning bending to the loss of someone so familiar – your nurture-needing eyes and a temperament of molten lava whose tone was innocent and unrefined. I see you now in the doorway, flat and tensing but never moving, then at ease with me as a soft sigh overcomes you. Born in a tight spot […]
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