It stings and salt coats her lashes.
She has struggled with the links of
a thousand chains never knowing what
they are there for.
Her pale body hides from the sun,
the terrible beauty of woman.
A mirrored face reflects in the river,
She almost believes it might save her.
One thought on “the hunger”
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The Reluctant Poet 
Thank you Chuck.
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