
Content Warning: This poem contains depictions of sexual violence. He enters her kitchen like a wind from Namibia Pots clank in fear. Her face, a mature firm fruit, becomes a fracture. There he stands, a rod on two legs; She wilts, like a peach forgotten to be picked. Her fear is shreds of […]
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