Friday, February 16, 2018

Previously Published on Bitterzoet Magazine . . .



The Shadow of a Window

is a cage, an impenetrable cell
my mind cannot escape.  The edges waver,
whisper like ghosts from corners of a hell
I can only imagine.  I tuck my legs
tighter beneath me, shrink within its frame.
It forces me smaller, smaller, smaller.
Soon I will be gone.




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