Written 9/8/2021
When I see her, she sometimes has wings
- but they are heavy and push her shoulders forward.
Her large eyes, the colour of an evergreen forest,
bore deep impressions beneath their weight.
When she is full - her body sustained -
her belly, rounded, shows off its new possession.
I don't know what to think of her
in all her naked vulnerability;
Where youth and hunger once masked her flaws,
now life and nourishment chip away at the facade.
When I see her, she sometimes has wings
- but they are heavy and push her shoulders forward.
Her large eyes, the colour of an evergreen forest,
bore deep impressions beneath their weight.
When she is full - her body sustained -
her belly, rounded, shows off its new possession.
I don't know what to think of her
in all her naked vulnerability;
Where youth and hunger once masked her flaws,
now life and nourishment chip away at the facade.
