Hossannah Asuncion

A Promise Obtained by Coercion is Never Binding


In one ear,
the languid violin,
in the other,
the language of violence.

Breathe into the fold—
can you whisper crush me,
speak a gentle weep,
follow the cut,
salve before scar.

Bring flowers.
Bring candy.

 

 

 
 

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