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ants

by Ava Blu

i wake up in the desert.
a few ants are scattered around my nipples.
not biting, just exploring. i am surrounded by sand.
my skin sizzles from the sun.

is there anything that cannot be forgiven?

we move in different ways, the ants march in unison.
we should learn from them.

i don’t know if there’s a way to make up for what’s happened.
i don’t know if you’ll ever look at me the same,

but i know it's all over, everything has hit that wall.

the ants have stopped trying to build,
they are fleeing

and i am forced to follow.


08/04/2014

Posted on 08/04/2014
Copyright © 2020 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/04/14 at 04:15 PM

... excellent....

Posted by Sarah Wolf on 08/04/14 at 04:48 PM

Awe Ava... your writing is coming bak again :) Love it. I have to ask, is this from a dream? I love writing about dreams or lucid dreaming. I find the interpretations so interesting.

Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/01/15 at 06:43 PM

Pretty. There's something so resonant about desert landscapes and personal crossroads. I think you capture it really well here.

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