She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
Realization
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She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
“There’s always rain at
the most appropriate times
in my life,” he wrote.
Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.
When she’s not funny
her raw candor grips readers
probing her deep wounds.
Either it’s a loud
HVAC system or
white noise to mask fear.
Perched on the exam
table like a rib roast on
white butcher paper.
A mouse burrowing
deep, it peers out but can’t be
caught with eyes open.
Bored orange nibbles
away black’s filmy fins. Sad
stubs flail lost beauty.
When I stay up late
my thoughts move oddly like lab
mice stunted by drugs.
Hunched and hobbling I
move as if years older, a
taste of what’s to come.