that night
i watched as the tide turned

everything they promised
and not enough breath to hold
so i left it
and turned off
the broadcast
the fear
the ‘how could he’.
till later
when the covers weren’t enough
to shield me
from the light calling me forth
and so I got up
not yet ready but willing
to fight.

Posted by:Gina Brittney Ann

made of cotton and coffee and honey.

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