As if nothing happened

we slip back

and spread wide

into our leesy ways

and wonder

is it all good?

If we were to run 

loud and wild

kicking down the school doors

jumping over the fence

of our life long pens

Would we find ourselves?

Or would a stealthy pause prove

the better choice

Slithering between the grates

in the off hours

when no one notices

leaving no trace

Save the black book

behind on the tarnished zinc counter-top

Now She knows who I am

my words

killing you softly


Read by Tressa Lee Breen
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