Two Poems by Elizabeth Moura

 

 

 

Man screams in a dark theater

 

in a dark theater

a man 

 

puts his hand

on my knee

 

on my thigh

 

I gently

cover his hand with mine

 

and snap his fingers back

until they crack

 

 

 

 

 

the apology

 

so sorry

said he

to her

as if

he could

return

what he

had taken

out of

her life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Elizabeth Moura lives in a converted factory in a small city and works with elders in a small town. She has had poetry, flash fiction or  photographs published in several publications including The Heron’s Nest, Chrysanthemum, Atlas Poetica, Ardea, Presence, Shamrock,  Flash, Paragraph Planet and Flash Fiction Magazine.

 

 

 

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