Bent not Broken


Dear Stranger

To do battle or to not

That is where I now stand.

In the thick of a mire

Knee deep in forever

wading in foggy miles of snow.

Have I won…

With the inquiry, a resounding, no.

These visions of souls dangle

across the bridges of my mind.

Vacancies of places I shall never find.

But with a step back…

I imagine how you were…

and, than,

of course, there is her.

Hardwood floors

Wall to wall

Dim light coming from the recesses of the hall.

Recover, uncover, 

had there been a secret lover.


what an exclusive ordeal.

Saved for days we wish to feel.


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