woman VI

Such a paltry thing -
insignificant pinhead
not enough to make a whole
a sponge for the bad stuff
a sheet of glass for the good,
it ran off like ink,
they took it all with them,
left me pinhead colours
pinhead scenes
no voice
endless girning
and unease.
Without them I can't steer
can't breathe -
too paltry a life
in the singular
with no voice.
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