How innocent is a flower
after being plucked a half dozen times?
Or a snowflake that has already melted
on a tongue?
How rosy are the cheeks
of a Holocaust survivor during their camping trip?
Or a worn to the bone mother of nine
who can’t recall which end of the blush brush
paints her pale skin haunting
her prominent cheekbones?
How many pens can a victim use
to tell what you have done ?
Or pages of paper-tear stained paper?
How many hells will you endure
before and after your death?
I don’t care.
So touching !
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, KK. It’s nice to know someone likes it. My editor hates it!
LikeLiked by 1 person