Poetry maybe #11: One More Breath

one more breath

One more breath

the aftermath of rage will be

further away after

just one more breath

exhale the binding threads

flammable in our mind.

safe cotton in someone else’s eyes.

miles of fields on fire

that will never be frozen

the damage in the air

feels like release

we regret seeming young,

looking helpless before

turning every

fiber into


Poetry Maybe


β€œJust a small town girl – living in a lonely world.” Concert tickets are practically essential. Musicals are the key to life. I like movies, music,books, and corny jokes.


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