Saturday, July 20, 2013

"Library" Spring 2013 Poetry


Library

She sat in the library staring
through the tinted glass windows, tarrying.
Rain raged upon the roof and the
acoustic clangs against metal drew her attention.
Neglecting to notice any others, a sly hand
grasped her arm, greedily and
eager for her exotic, earthy flesh. The
raw, rough skin fell to her wrist and squeezed.  

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