Arms and legs akimbo
Like “elastic-man” is she.
Bending. Folding. Twisting.
So no one can really see.
Shards of her are breaking off
Like tiny scabs of rust.
Until there’s nothing left of her
But scattered bits of dust.


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One Response to Flexibility

  1. Carol Bryant says:

    WOW, Anita. That is deep and I really like it. Gave me a chill up my spine. Wondering who flexible is?

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