A friend died today
not in bone but in heart.
I watched steel enter her eyes
days ago, and my idea of her--
which is more about me--
stilled.
Who are we to one another?
Is that some truth we can never know?
I feel sick and out of step and
empty
but strangely
free.
PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)
Is that some truth we can never know?
I feel sick and out of step and
empty
but strangely
free.
PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)
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