Genesis

Inspired by Word of the Day prompt.


 

 

I am

a spider-smear on the wall

a tired little sigh from an old lady on the bus

gum on the sidewalk

 

transparent

 

Then you turn your head and look at me

You can see me.

I look down at my new hands

I am a woman, with such hands as these?

Is this shining hair my own?

And these strong legs carrying my weight?

I daren’t look in the mirror yet.

Not until you prove my face real

with a kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

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