On the brink...
... she searched as if she had been thirsty whole night
for a poem she could drink
she found out
soon enough
she is not a poet
nor was meant to be,
a witch ;
she was not a martyr
nor a virgin,
again on a forgotten way
again on the brink...
she searched as if she had been thirsty whole night
for a poem she could drink...
- by Somyaa
Gregg Chadwick
Acadia
