Driftwood
Her body lies like
Driftwood on the sand
Oceanic desires wash over it each night
That is how she feels
singled and unloved
Driftwood on the sand.
The brittle exterior glistens in the sun
Uptight in the day, holding its own
A woman who does not understand.
That she will grow brittle day by day
braving the waves of unmet desires
drifting gladly, as lemmings do
to her final annihilation.
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