Madagascar

Dreaming safe house,
A Scottish island in the bay,
Reachable at low tide.
Telling her story
In the moments before death
Confessions, holding up her dress
I pull it down.
Coaxing her to speak,
She is from Madagascar.
It makes sense.
But she doesn’t know
Who her father is.

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