Thursday, November 12, 2015


behind the lines
and the laughter

she knew
what he was after

even before 
he said it

and she traced
a path
through the maze
of him

letting him win
while trying to
break free

like a pawn
the ever present

what can't be seen
can be forgotten

in the close-mouthed
tide of the day

(at bay)

poem inspired by: (keeping up is hard to do... sometimes)

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