279: Upbraided

We see little willows drooping

and think of weeping widows and girls

braiding their branches with feathers and silk

to hide that they are whips

carved of their own skin and bone

each time they try to ask for more.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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