Married To The Voice

January 9, 2020

I’m wed to my Poetry,

betrothed to the fire

Each word an incendiary,

burned to inspire

My voice the rekindling,

fueling the scream

The ashes my trousseau

—a smoldering dream

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)

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