By Michelle Fetalvero
Walking towards
Nowhere
Mired pair
naked tiptoeing
Nailed
onto the wall
of our past
is my soul
wandering-
searching for no one
but the old self
I talked to
a decade ago---
your broken mirror
reflects
-
Who?
An Empty Soul
promising
shallow facade
oh-
deceiving-
demanding-
Must
I
give
UP?
Nothing.
No one.
No man-
No!
I let go of our memories
Thrivin'---
Yes!
I shall
give
IN to
Nothing.
No one.
No man.
Never.
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