Homeward bound (a Glosa)
The familiar voice that bids mego to an unknown mountainpierces my heart but stays the knifein a trembling hand.The deed’s undone,yet the unspeakable lingers —Excerpt of Estrangement, James L. Crenshaw And from on high, I feel it.A pitch that rends my eardrumsChafes me raw, until the silence renders me whole again,No longer overflowing, as I […]
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