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dirty

by Ava Blu

she is a murky woman
with her hair turning evergreen

her face is covered in mud
but her eyes shine through

crawling through the leaves,
she can twist her body in ways
that only animals understand

her fingers twist like a branch
on an old oak tree

on her knees,
she feels the bugs crunch beneath

these her kin
these her breath takes in

these are her final days
and she cannot stand
the rain.

05/18/2009

Author's Note: crap. this is, i know.

Posted on 05/18/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/18/09 at 10:25 PM

The image here is strong stuff and definitely has a good element of being quite stark, effective and even a little chilling, but I have to admit that it feels like something might be missing, like a couple of details are missing, and what's here, as good as it is, is not quite complete. I don't know. I could be absolutely off the mark. Again, I do really like the here and now. There's a great sense of agelessness to this woman, as though she's been haunting the streets of her city for years. It's terrific stuff.

Posted by Samiah Haque on 05/18/09 at 10:39 PM

reading this i feel as though she is also screaming as she contorts her body but it's--the frequency--only a few birds acknowledge her shriek and fly and her pain resonates. the 'incompleteness' of this piece is what i think adds most to its style, the raw yearning. either way, this is a strong, powerful write.

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