I was – Free Verse Poetry by Liyona

[card table, coffee, tea]

Handfuls of regrets

Cling to my inner thighs

[a seasonal candle and potpourri]

My time is not my own

I lift the sheets from my skin

[books, bindings, pages, and musty scents]

Have I unveiled myself

To you?

Reaching across fabric of time

[a half filled cup by the bedside, pen and paper]

My job has become

To unknow all that I 

Was


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