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No chance to shine

With my mind’s eye, I’ve

Watched…
You a thousand times
Ripen within me
Sinews forming, pushing
Outwards
Into
A
Curvy
Exhibit.

Envisioned…
Strange hands gently patting you
From the outside
Awaiting
The kick you’d save
Just for me to feel, just for me to
Savour.

Felt…
Primeval pangs of womanhood
Thrusting you into the world
Crying lustily,
Healthily.

Conjured…
A thousand tearful smiles
Sullen cheeks wiped dry
A Bruise, a scratch, a graze here and there,
Kissed better by warm nurturing lips.

Envisaged…
Bright yellow cotton smocking dresses,
Against silken youthful skin, and
Sapphire butterfly clips,
Twirled around ebony coloured cotton candy kink.

Hoped…
Hope was enough to breathe life
Into you,
When your fragile frame
Faded away, within me,
Like a flame snuffed
Before
it
had
a
chance
to
Shine.

Grace Peters-Clarke

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