
I would never allow that, she says.
(She never thought she would either)
but normalcy is creeping.
Walk a mile in her shoes,
smile masking defeat.
Look past the shell,
past the barbs,
past the
front.
I would never allow that, she says.
(She never thought she would either)
but normalcy is creeping.
Walk a mile in her shoes,
smile masking defeat.
Look past the shell,
past the barbs,
past the
front.
Entangled between wind and water
Broadside delivered, ballast shifts
Precarious stem to stern
Into the murky depths
Hopelessly befouled
Reaching, cutting
Float, weightless
Slipping
Free