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it was home

she couldn’t escape
her fate
was sealed
in a room
made of brick and steel

the room
had a window
a door
felt like a tower
she was stuck
between floors

a baby crying
all night long
daily noises of

bottomless pit

a bottomless pit
of breath and clarity
a bottomless pit
of reflections

the addictions
the contradictions
the attractions
the abstract
the construed

less confusing
when broken into pieces
sink to the bottom
and the elucidations

winter’s breath

winter’s breath
a taste upon the air

with wisps of white
feely floating

a chill

not so cold
to make one shiver

knowing that warmth
be fireside

a bite

not so bruising
to make one quiver

your celebration

tis the season
of festivities
all join hands
giving thanks
to everything we have

it doesn’t matter
your faith
for we are all
the human race

your hearts
all beat in a metered time
your arms and legs

Christmas Countdown

4 weeks to go
better pick up the pace
last week’s turkey was delicious
but now for the rat race
did you prepare a list
not the one
of good boys and bad girls
a list
the list
so, no one is missed

left in a