Green billows
through
her vision.
Blemishes of white
bud,
then flourish,
flowing
from
husband to wife,
from
mother to son,
From
green to white,
then
into black.
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I would really, really, really not mind in any way whatsoever if you were to leave a lovely long review (or a lovely short one)… *not-so-subtle-hint*
It’s kind of funny that my chapter notes are longer than the poem itself. In fact they’re exactly forty-eight words longer than the poem, which is twenty-six words. I’m sorry for all the seventy-four words of rambling I’m doing to reach the one hundred word submission rule.
-Meg