Tagged: storybook

near the end, hope

near the end, hope
hustles about, lost
with purpose,
like an out-of-
body experience
looking for
somewhere warm

to cling to – the
tell-tale signs
are the accessories
left behind: a pair
of ruby, a pair of
glass, and that
storybook ending
she wore so well
.
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with one small

with one small
gesture, my
purpose is
shelved, joy
bruised, like the sudden
emptiness flapping
at the end of
every storybook
.
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