REDA Poem by Sarah Emily Explains itself.
A chapped blush flusters
the surface of her thighs, quite like the seeping nose bleed, furiously blotted with the back of dirt-streaked hoodie sleeves, or the blisters on the palms of my father's hands if he had been a hard-working man rather than an alcoholic.
© 2013 Sarah EmilyAuthor's Note
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Sarah EmilyRoanoke/Harrisonburg, VAAboutMy name is Sarah. I like cats and hummus. Troll 2 is my favorite film. Writing is my passion. Poetry is my preference, but every now and again a short story pours out. I am currently studying Englis.. more..Writing
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