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Weighty stones set on sore hips
Compaction -- Inevitability
Sat directly on the core
Pushing spirits from hollow mouths.
The gaping ‘O’ flatlines while
Fist over teeth attempt to pulverize
The unforeseen phantom atop her.
Gaunt limbs attached to flat feet
Sink into decimated leaves and
Beneath the soles give way to passive waters.
The current crawls
Kissing well admired dirty toes
Begging for an apology.
If only the ripples roared.
The horizon was flat, current all inviting
Strategically patient
For only one detail could derail the steadfast future.
Willows dipped down crowning her head
And all was ephemeral.
Leaves attached to green strings
Transformed into a thorn ridden garland.
Thrust by the scalp
She claimed the forceful suggestion for submission.
So Step
After
Step
She Sank.

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Yeama is a 20-something year old native New Yorker. She is currently a contributing writer for perediza magazine. This is a curated selection of her writings; diary entries, school assignments, and creative musings.

Committed to a lifetime of learning, humanitarian work and world exploration, her work culminates experience from a few steps of all walks of life.