watching from somewhere
until a trigger
sends the register of some hurt
flashing across my face
flashed
seen
and impossible to reclaim
somewhere, a door closes.
some light lifts
and sends shadows on words
where there were none
wait
rage rage rage
like dancing
alone
with a watcher
unmoving
rage rage rage
1 comment:
Ms. I
You are very intellectual and amazingly brilliant. I look up to you~
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