stripped naked
piercing look of pure hatred
obeys evil whims
stripped naked
dives into her tapestry
of wild daisies
piercing look of pure hatred
swallows her
-whole
obeys evil whims
in a field of daisies,
her soul escapes
© Tournesol’16/03/02
Written for Three Word Wednesday: Naked, Obey, Piercing
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
It was a nice read but a little sad
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Yes, it is sad. Thanks for dropping by.I wonder how many go around hiding behind personas they wear as their masks to unveil something so foreign when they are alone.
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Such an interesting poem – i love the play with the daisies and her soul – i was left wondering if it was good her soul escapes- I’m hoping i guessed right that it was
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Yes, her escaping is her haven.
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I agree and wondered the same thing
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Sometimes the only escape is dissociation.
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That’s what I thought was at the heart of this piece. Glad my guess wasn’t too off base. It’s a great poem, very suspenseful.
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an untold story of abuse
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😦 I caught that in the poem.
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wow powerful and sad
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Thanks for reading:)
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I like the bit about the daisies.
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Yes, thank you…thank goodness for the daisies.
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Wish she hadn’t ought to obey and could breakthrough. Powerful piece!
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Thank you so much for your kind words.
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powerful.
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Thanks so much, Mary:)
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