Charlotte Hamrick

Away

Bare branches against grey sky.
A brittle wind blows your cold breath

 

and I don’t miss it.
And I do miss it.

 

Curled up on the sofa,
face to the wall eyes squeezed tight

 

sleeping away the remembering
of all the times I didn’t try.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 94
Neptune

 

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