Nine Novembers Later by Erin Zarro | One Poem Only
A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.Nine Novembers LaterErin ZarroTW: ViolenceNine Novembers laterYou plucked flowers from my mouth andweaved them into a crownYou sang me into submission andwe made beautiful music togetherbut in the morning, you didn't remember my name.When I wanted to leave you, you gave me sunlight,promised me forever,slid a dagger through my spine.When you sucked the light from my bones,I cried, and you sewed my tears to my facein silence that burnsIn darkness, you fed me wildflowers and pain.I will gather my bones and I will…
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