Lost lamb

Before you, my body

was a fire alarm.

It rang, bleating like a lost lamb,

long past midnight;

echoing down the road,

ricocheting off street lamps

to fall upon deaf ears

and back into my

trembling hands.

 


 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

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