My poems.


Marked


I tell my story in black
And blue ink.
Uncovering my bruises
For all to see.
The paper so white
My skin so pale.
You can see the fine
Lines shining through,
Or on the surface,
Etched deeper than tattoos.
Just as permanent.
Marked.





August 31, 2009
© Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-09-03 at 07:04

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Rob Graber
Wow, as clever as it is sad! Painfully perceptive imagery...
2009-09-03


NicholasG
This is very stark, yet personal and well enjoyed Anne
Nick.
2009-09-03