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Naked But Clothed
I've been working on this poem since this week and it felt like I wouldn’t see the light but here it is. I’m really glad I found the light.
The poem is ushered now;
Detached from reality, Antonia believed her secrets were in a barrel, only her eyes could see. She believed she was safe from prying eyes. She imagined herself, a philandering a tale by moon light only her and her lover could see. Her motions in public were a direct contrast to her character and so she felt safe in her cocoon.
Mama Udo called her names that depicts novelty to all who hears. Uncle Steve called her a woman of esteem. Truth be told, she was starting to feel like a jewel. Their words were taking a sort of incantation to her already glowing spirit. It was simply believing the lie as truth.
She hardly thought of the expose of the truth. She hardly thought of her skin that seemed to be decaying on its own without any external help. She hardly...
The poem is ushered now;
Detached from reality, Antonia believed her secrets were in a barrel, only her eyes could see. She believed she was safe from prying eyes. She imagined herself, a philandering a tale by moon light only her and her lover could see. Her motions in public were a direct contrast to her character and so she felt safe in her cocoon.
Mama Udo called her names that depicts novelty to all who hears. Uncle Steve called her a woman of esteem. Truth be told, she was starting to feel like a jewel. Their words were taking a sort of incantation to her already glowing spirit. It was simply believing the lie as truth.
She hardly thought of the expose of the truth. She hardly thought of her skin that seemed to be decaying on its own without any external help. She hardly...
