Fight or Flight

Little staccato steps,

red laced shoes,

walking on the whispers,

of the I do’s.

The lakes and mountains

fading into …

Echoes of echoes off concrete,

welcome home, hello.

The setting of a final resting;

set ablaze a consuming anxiety,

that pulses like maggots,

inside me.

I’m awash,

a bird in an abstract painting,

carelessly placed,

by the pacing thoughts of another’s hand.

Embittered embraces,

midnight window passages,

memories of the forest breeze,

lingering scents ravage… me.


January 14th, 2016













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