“Womanwater” by Smith
Filler
I fill
The crevices under your eyes
Those tree rings you attempt
To conceal with flesh hued powder
I fill them with
Dirt moist to the touch
Spreading seeds along parameters
For
Flora to bloom
Eventually
To prove to you
Remind you that lost
Youth is fallacy
And gardens grow
Wherever
Whenever
You deem it so.
~ Eva Xanthopoulos
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