Remember Olivia Woods Your apples were as savory as sunlight I can’t remember the last time they seemed so sweetThe last time they were as red as rosesThe last time they smelt so greatI fear there is nothing left here anymoreI can't remember how long I've been hereOr when the maggots cameI can’t remember when the taste had changedFrom sweet to sourWhen the rose color began to rot When these sores appearedI fear there is nothing left of me hereOnly the husk of my bodyThe salt from my tearsAnd the maggots I've eaten Trying to remember the taste 

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• @owibia_writes on Instagram, TikTok, and YouTube
• She is currently writing the first draft of her novel, What Remains Of Us.

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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice.

We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.

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