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written by: Henna Johansdotter

@HjdPoetry

 

I was born
a broken fence
an animal farm
where the dogs aren’t sleeping
and I cannot lie;
I’ve been the hilt
the truth that kissed me
bloody
(I never could contain you)

but as we hugged
all the wolves ran by
and none of them noticed me
I was invisible
white flicker between rain
safe in the moment
until the alarm goes off
and the world falls off its hinges
I look out my window
forget about judgment
tinted lenses and smearing eyes
my greatest fear is that
no one is watching

Henna Johansdotter

Henna Johansdotter

JUNE 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I'm a novelist and a poet from Finland, interested in surrealism, science fiction and making people around me uncomfortable. I blog on WordPress as HJD writes. Visit me there.
Henna Johansdotter

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