Her Chicken Scratch / Poetry

Veer

The air was dense and laced with pain. Though she kept dancing.

Her feet pounded on the dry earth rhythmically. 

The corner of her mouth quirked up.

Her dress circled around her. Grabbing bits of emotion – here and there. 

Her hair swayed with the wind. Carrying its joys and breathed generations. 

She carefully avoided the edges and let herself whirl above the acreage

Written by Alecia Writes 

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