Karina Guardiola-L Poetry

A vision
of sitting on porcupine quills,
maroon lakes rising at her feet,
soaring, swollen eyes
created high hills of liquid salt,
from a man.
Nagging,
demands,
complaints.
Waiting to see
how long it would last,
until he would cool off again.
Building the courage,
strength to
finally remove those quills
from her ass.

(c)

Poet: Karina Guardiola-L