Winter Dress

Pressure irons out the wrinkles,
unfolding the curvatures of injustice.
Filling in, the fissures of us.
Fabric slinks around my body,
molding to my sky.
Breaking down the discomfort,
swimming between,
you and I.
Dehydrated, I drink the snow at the oceans floor.
Holding out my hand.
Holding back the door.
My winter dress is torn,
and your crooked smile
no more.

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25 Comments

  1. I love this poem, Jessica. It is deep and beautiful. Your poetry speaks on so many different levels. You are amazing. By the way, it happens to be snowing here. Perfect for a winter dress.

  2. The ending here is great Jess. Really a great job overall, but the ending, from dehydrated down really shines to me. Excellent read. thanks

  3. REALLY like this–the imagery is smooth and seductive, abrupt and complete, language vivid and beautiful, all the small touches making the delivery system for a fine piece of writing even better.

  4. I love the image of the winter snow and love the poem as well. It is well-construct and lots of words to ponder. Thanks!

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