Upon her return her colour
turns strange,
my appearance is nothing
but wrong,
I’m suppose to be weak
but I’m strong,
It surprises her that I’ve learned
how to breathe on my own.
I greet her with
an expressionless silence,
while her expression
is demanding of me
words I cannot say:
“Say you burn for me still!”
“Say you care.”
“Say anything…”
People Of The Lake By Cynthia Sheppard
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