Title: Friend
by Jonty from Surrey | in writing, poetry
She can feel every single spring
Stabbing into her spine
Like a friend.
She sleeps awake, supine,
Lost on a voyage of thought,
Recapturing memories which have
Escaped her
Like a friend.
Every man she kissed,
Every tongue she caressed with hers,
Every breath that
Escaped her when that man comforted her
Like a friend.
A short story called 'Death By Landscape' by Margaret Atwood.
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