Ms’ery

August 2, 2011

First
the hand
drops

then
the brain
turns to concrete

as
your soul
short circuits

the fear
not quite
death

becomes
impossibly
comfortable

until
you forget
the little girl’s name

now
is the time
you break

as
you face
what was unspoken

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