EMILY

i was once obscure
like food stains under skirts
or a film of oil on a flowers tongue
but i grew to be a bigger blemish
like a birthmark on gods face
until i had to hide away
so no one saw

death had come on many occasions
and i, the greeter at the door would grin
but i was not the company he was looking for
when i’d invite him in

thus i watched them all march out
my loves; one-by-one and fall to ash
and still i, never being the one sought out
began to wear white instead of black
to mourn; no coward soul is mine,
in hopes he’d never return.


words = samantha lucero 2017 ©.
photo = emily dickinson.

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6 comments

  1. My lord woman, you’re so talented.

    1. Thank you, that means a lot. 🖤

      1. Of course! I’m really looking forward to your new projects!

      2. slowly, but surely! i’m sure you understand. you’ve got a bunch of stories yourself.

  2. Cool! Dark and wonderful.

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