June 6, 2017June 12, 2017

I’m not afraid of you, she said.

I have felled a forest of pages,
spilled my blood upon their gazes,
laid bare the reasons I believe I am unworthy.
And you… could never wound me
more.
than.
that.

k.d.w.
June 6/17

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