The POM
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The POM

Abysmal You

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Image by Jess Foami from Pixabay

I dream of things unspoken.
You shake me to the surface
sleepy-eyed, confused.

You might still be real.

There might still be one moment
that is mine.

My nakedness aches.
I don’t want
the gray
the shadow
the memory to absorb you.

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Christina M. Ward

Christina M. Ward

Writing in health, wellness, cannabis, relationships. Contributor — LA Weekly, OK! mag, Today’s Health Sciences. Content writer — Vegamour, cbdMD, Asé.