Polly Anna’s surrogate penis.

She’s feeling freedom
As if she has open a birdcage freeing a soul
or like the opening of a angered fist.

Hearing bumps and tattles
from with in her homes walls
She no longer hides in closets.

Courage placed on the nightstand
The darks no longer have shadows,
The voids have faded and disappeared.

No longer afraid but connected
Much like pieces of a puzzle that float down into place
the whole picture appears.
Her mind is at peace.
She drifts into sleep.

Polly Anna’s surrogate penis.

Prompt: friend who lost her husband gets her CWP. and buys a new gun.

1 comment:

Amias said...

This is my third read .. I'll be back.