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Will

By Shannon Richards
April 15, 2024
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An abstract sculpture in white of portions of two faces in a romantic pose. A frontal view of the closed right eye, nose, lips, chin, and left cheek surrounded by a swoop suggesting the shape of hair is being embraced by a face in profile whose hand can be seen wrapping around the missing right cheek. A kiss seems imminent.
Carlos Nakazato / Unsplash

You draw my will out
Through my skin.
It sits,
Dewy opals,
On the curves of my neck
Until you scoop it away
With barely open lips.

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Shannon Richards

Shannon lives outside of Cleveland where she homeschools her two children. Since she was young, she has loved running off into the woods to write stories and poems, look for space ships, and dance fairy rings.

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