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by Lucia Linn 2 months ago in vintage
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the laurel

Photo by Christian Lambert on Unsplash

Wind though branches, once were fingers,

Kiss the trunk, the touch will linger,

Curse the bark, it’s you who changed her,

she had to choose the lesser danger.

what you called love gave her no choosing,

to die, be caught, they both are losing,

it was no game, it’s more than feelings,

unceasing lust resembles hating.

poor, daring girl, you couldn’t have her,

to take her was to steal a daughter,

in desperation cried a prayer,

and her father tried to save her.

she couldn’t run for any longer,

gnarled bark now hides her figure,

reminding you that you can’t hurt her,

she had to choose the lesser danger.


About the author

Lucia Linn

”Some days I feel like playing it smooth and some days I feel like playing it like a waffle iron.” -Raymond Chandler

Bits of fantasy and poetry and whatnot here, comedic comics on Instagram @mostlymecomics

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