Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry

The Ladybug In The Dust

Have all women become this Ladybug?

Photo by Justin Lauria on Unsplash

Her wings were no longer working.
Gray matter settling in the cracks,
a string around a leg,
one that she couldn’t shake free,
and something pulled her back.
She hurried into the corner.
No escape, no freedom,
and something loomed over her.
She slipped over the edge,
more gray matter covering her body.
She pulled herself into the dark.
Fight losing to fright,



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