Whether or Not

Dripping, dripping, dripping

 

Sadness collects like dew in saturated air

The chilling moisture collects to smother the skin

Then heated, covers like a sheet of running water

 

A towel, a towel, a towel.

 

Barbara Blackcinder

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About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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