Bent spine alone
does not my story tell,
nor the makeup-less shadow
spreading underneath my eyes.
Perhaps my scowl
reveals something other indeed
than the truth
you shouldn’t be surprised to find.
I’m not
angry,
frustrated,
hurt,
or a bitch;
or perhaps I’m all of those things.
I’d sort it all out for you
tonight if I could,
but exhaustion is
overwhelmingly tiring.
Sierra Kummings (c) 2015
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