She’s shy

It’s like a twisted metal,
those broken teeth
she hides when she laughs.
Hands, lips and instinct
turning that face
from what
she thinks we see.
Staring at the sky and ground
from one last position,
that could hold itself,
but just never does.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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