Crazy Aunt Curry

A Poem by Courtney M Watson

Nothing

good...

nothing good ever came

from a branch

stuck

in the window

of your aunt's house.

Black tangled

ivy, running

through eyelashes.

Sweating

lips.

Crumbs

on the soap

of dishes last-night...

Nothing

good

can come.

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Perfect! Intriguing. Great write! I.I.

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Added on February 25, 2017
Last Updated on July 23, 2017

Northwest Grown. Published Poet. Kind-Hearted Empath. Writer since age 7. more..