Pieces of Me
In my own imagination
Published in
Jan 28, 2021
I live a fragment
In my own imagination
My skies not blue,
they bleed red,
fierce as a period,
a rebel, a feminist.
My oceans not fearsome,
an air of meekness,
lambs for the slaughter,
forgetful and unremarkable.
My sex not taboo,
no strings attached…
