cocooned rations

we make plans for tomorrow in a clean vision

from the echoes of intoxication

her spell spun as a fine web entwined

captured upon the furthest limbs, dangling

wind-blown, awaiting to become a tragedy

she keeps me dangling for days

that feel like stretched across an eternity

fear is this, here in the moment’s fragility

when without a whispered word

she returns from a walk in the woods

kisses upon the cheek and gathers belongings

and from loving arms she departs into another’s

as she says she will love forever,

but forever isn’t this moment or place

there dangling in broken l...

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