Another wonderful collaboration with Poet Rummager:
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Inching close to him –
her ring fades in the twilight.
Shadows hide her sin.
Tongues wagging, fingers pointing –
I’m glad I’m not her.
His ring gleams bright gold.
Power gives him what he wants.
Women sell their souls.
Toxic talk at whim –
entering and breaking hearts.
I wish I were him.
Men being men; it’s all right.
Cast stones at women.
Haiku poems by Karina Pinella and Poet Rummager
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