Naked by Danielle Martin
Naked
Danielle Martin
Naked in the truth that she is alone
she hugs herself tightly and succeeds
in creating the illusion of wellness.
Damp eyes close as jaded lips conjure up wide smiles.
Damn!
Her mind begins to do its own thing again.
Briefly, she forgets, as she floats on a magic carpet of memories, smiling, as death did not steal everything after all.
Basking in apparent nothingness, she waits.
No one knows her thoughts.
But her silence, is better left a mystery.
As she knows only too well, every beginning has an end.
More from Danielle Martin ↓
- @cosquelle.mind on Instagram
- DanielleM on Facebook
- Her book, Kissing Shadows: Caribbean Love Poems, is out now
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One Poem Only submissions are open.
This round, I’m looking for poems about what remains. What stays with us after we experience change? What survives? What do we yearn to carry forward? Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. Also, if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. Submit a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space—no perfect studio recording required. And yes, your poem can have been previously published in a literary magazine, a book, or on social media. Submissions close Thursday, October 29. I’ll respond by Wednesday, November 11. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you have to share.
