unraveling her tender silhouette
a whimpered tug of kindred wriggles loose
is this as close to known as i will get
a throbbing knot of unrelenting text
a sticky pit of suffocated truth
unraveling her tender silhouette
i told her where the lonely bones are kept
i showed her where the tear is most acute
is this as close to known as i will get
a messy nest of gnashing need unmet
a slender vestige severed at the root
unraveling her tender silhouette
her apparition flutters to the next
while i retreat to flailing mute excuse
is this as close to known as i will get
she lingers in the thickest crevice left
a creeping shadow, sprawling and obtuse
unraveling her tender silhouette
is this as close to known as i will get
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kasia gawlak
xennial confessional poet exploring autofiction and sensual prose
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