Boy

There is a boy
sleeping on my rug.
Blue.
I’ve brought him home
thrown a blanket over
his face,
leaving his feet exposed
like Dorothy’s witch.

Published by Stella McHugh

Survivor of so many things that happens to women and girls. View more posts

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