The Woman Girl
A poem by Brittany Jungck
she could not take it anymore.
her nails raked the skin from her forearms
creating dark canyons of flesh
filled with the bitter blood of her agony.
the hairs came out of her head
like pins from a cushion
each expressing a gasp of relief as they
jumped from her scalp.
the bones in her heels crushed into
piles of sand as she stomped the
pavement with the frustration
of the same, old day.
but her eyes did not allow a
single tear to escape their shield
her pain forced to remain clouded
in the fit of anger that marked her body
and her life.
Spring 2007 Poetry:
FEATURED POET: Anna Russell
EDITOR'S CHOICE: Deepak Kapur
LAYMEN OF HISTORY by Ananda Osel
A GOOD HIMALAYAN MORNING by Nitin Das Rai
NOW 2 by Leonard Gontarek
WINNING by Miles Christian Daniels
WHITE CLOTHES by Juliet Powys
BREAKDOWN by DB Cox
THE DANCER by Tabitha Anderson
SHADY SMILES by Rikku
THE WOMAN GIRL by Brittany Jungck
A POEM OF THE NIGHT by Michael Lee Johnson
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