I was a parched river bed,
cracks across the surface.
So fuckin’ dried out,
going through the motions.
By degrees, I’d grown
silent as the stones.
My waters, still deep,
run submerged.
You came to me
like water, like rain.
And our words
are a torrent.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
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| Image © Nick Pattinson |
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