Thursday, May 26, 2011

Poem: Scar

Something I wrote for a writing exercise during the Ateneo de Davao Writers Workshop.

Her nest of wounds
caught in a web of lines
that span her once proud face

Sometimes late at night
when she remembers
the spiderlings hatch
and weave new homes
of most intricate lace.

1 comment:

  1. I can imagine the image of that short poem. Enthralling.


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