poetry

All That Is Left. {poetry}

 

 

 

I remember you.

In the bathtub

With all your clothes on.

 

 

Trying to comb her hair.

Bone fragments

stuck in the teeth

of the comb.

 

 

Scent of bedhead.

Ruined, your nose.

 

 

All that’s left

is the Children.

 

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SR Atchley

SR Atchley

A writer, artist & dreamer, Shanna has been potentiating talent since childhood. She is moved by nature, the arts, and academia, along with the vast mysteries of our inner and outer worlds. Shanna has a BSN, and has spent the majority of her career caring for others. It is possible to share your dreams & talents with Shanna by emailing her, or connecting via Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. If all else fails, she’ll likely find you in a dream, in which case, please feel free to introduce yourself.
SR Atchley
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