Trust|Disgust Tankas

In the street
plastic bags with scraps
crowned by flies
she concealed
muffled disgust

——————-

A crucible
buried
deep within a cave
transmutes
disgust into trust

——————–

In borderland
a pendulum swings
in her mind
perpetual motion
from disgust to trust

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