The Fish



Morning
echo of Your voice
touch of mouth
fragile memories like cookies
crumbled and suddenly

flashed by the sun
no longer let me fall asleep
forget kisses
shells skimming about us
without you I suffocate
like a fish caught in the net




Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2021-08-30 at 19:30

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely conceit! Bravo!
2021-09-04


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Applaud!
2021-08-31