im purging me
of you
skin from bone
and bone from
soft tatters.
what’s left of
pulpy flesh?
a dragging
caress like
road burns
seared &
throbbing
fingers
like the heat
when the air
so thick
it is
unbearable
sweat bleeds
through the coral
summer dress.
– sheila c
sheila sea 
So deep. So deeply felt!
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Thank you 💙
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❤
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Quite poignant.
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Lovely to hear, thank you. 🙂
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You are very talented. I’m glad I had this chance to drop by and read your poetry. Your writing is amazing.
“skin from bone
and bone from
soft tatters.”
and,
“sweat bleeds
through the coral
summer dress.”
You have some excellent imagery here. Thank you so much for posting this poem. I love it.
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That’s very kind, thank you. I’m grateful for your words of encouragement. 🙂
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Sheila, your poetry is powerful. And I’m not flattering you. Your crisp diction creates precise and poignant images. Caresses like road burns. So good.
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Thank you, Roger. That’s very sweet of you to say, it really means the world to me. 💙
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Brutal and lyrical.
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That’s certainly my intention. (✿◠‿◠)
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Boom!
Mmm and that last line. Sweet.
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Haha hi Suzanne, thank you for stopping by. 🙂
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Loved the imagery you created! very powerful poem.
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Thanks Nichole, I’m really glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Hey, Sheila, I just want to say thanks for following the blog and that you are a very talented poetess.
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I love this, Sheila.
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Thank you 💙 I appreciate that.
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