Rumours

 #TSL PROMPT 24, erasure poem from Half-hanged Mary (Margaret Atwood) -Gauri Dixit

Napowrimo 2021

Rumour

I was blue-eyes

Sun-burned skin

And Breasts

Time I go

Salute the moon

Men excited

Their faces, mouths I see

In a gathering like the dance

I’m up here with the legwork 

Twisting body.

Licking his lips

Trust me, he says

Temptation .

Out of my mouth

I want this, I want that

My heart stutters

My body red-hot revelation 

I testify to silence

Harvest my body

I fell to the clover

Imagine how that went over.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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