Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #558

Words:  plant, blood, slice, love, womb, screams, downstream,
        flesh, rose, eggs, pins, burns

Planting his feet
firmly, he tries
to pin her down,
make a decision.  She
wants to scream.  It is
a slice-of-life surprise,
but she must rise, 
handle the situation. 
She walks on eggs,
trying to think,
trying to placate
him.  Sensation of
falling swiftly down
-stream, fighting 
to turn herself around.
Ideally, this would be
unconditional love,
not obligation.  Her
flesh burns.  There is
no blood.  This is her
body, her womb, her


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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