They found her cardoor ajarblood snakingacross a gravel lotin a mysterious rivuletpetering out like hopeOnce we forgetshe’ll risewith no clichéset about righting wrongsthe old-fashioned waylie for liesand universal requiting
#19 of 30 Poems in November to benefit the Center for New Americans. Today’s theme is BLOODSHED. This was also inspired by Brendan’s DOORS prompt in the Imaginary Garden and am sharing with the Toads!