A.M. Ream Poetry · Poetry

Thorns

thorns

The barbs grew up around her,
wielded in the contemptuous
words she spat out in anger.
But once the sun made
it’s descent below the horizon,
the tears flowed freely,
dissolving the mask
she donned out of fear.

Photo: Nishe

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