tucked into tepals

jolted awake
rare nightmare
of him
abusing me

it is dark
with my eyes open

i reach
for a hand-

but there is
no one

i wait
for my body
to recover
and turn
to poetry

and on the roll
macro magnolia

i think
i’ll crawl
right into
a tepal

and let
myself be tenderly held

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

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