Slavia - by Anna Vera Williams of Free Poems

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Slavia

My stomach burns
With the quaking tide,
When you play with my toes,
When you tickle my pride.

Take me away
To your far away land,
Buried like dust
In the prints of your hand,

Where your smile doesn't crack,
And fade,
Before the hours
Draw into days.

I lay in the bed
Of a perfect stranger.
I played with his words,
Mimicking danger,

And he begged me to tell him
My endless verses,
Beneath the morning’s
Sleepless curses.

His fingers played
With the curve of my side.
I told him of
The day I died ―

A secret I guarded
So closely from you.
I told him the truth.
I told no one I knew.


Written by Anna Williams at Age 17
Washington, D.C.

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