Tonight's Poet Corner: Natural Disaster

Natural Disaster
by Belinda Roddie

How quickly the earth
between us erodes,
lips crumbling under duress,
unable to form words
or forge bonds,
or kiss the bruises as if
they'll heal faster.

Nothing heals fully.
The scars are prominent.
Disfigured shadows bear
the marks badly.
And we are left
with broken lifelines
on battered palms,

where fortune tellers
can no longer read
the joyous path
of our familial futures.



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