Poem By Ayn Timmerman

Push your hand in,
to feel the soft spot
white at the edges,
mold in the damp
fending off tears,

and something else.

Push too hard
and break the barriers,
feel the rank internal mush
and clench it in your palm-

raw emotion.

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Solid. Strong. Good flow, rhythm. SusxGLx

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