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     Yesayah Newbie Poster Username: Yesayah Post Number: 23 Registered: 03-2006 Rating: N/A |
I Remember Him I remember his smell I remember his sweat I remember his breath It smelled like garlic— Fried—fried garlic And I remember his ugly face Like a strange, dreadful spot He was dark. He was tall He made darkness ugly And in the midst of terror There were no tears on his face— only on my face And in his red eyes, I saw fright—He was enraged Now, I am left like a dry bone I’m drowning In a silent sea of pain I’m wondering... Will I ever recover? -Fania Simon 2.2.04 (Yesayah) WWW.faniasimon.com  |
