hidden from view
buried in lost time
nighttime secrets become
daytime blurs spinning quiet
disasters awkward with
blown out words and nonsensical
expressions and blank faces all around
because a hundred times ago a
million seconds before a trusted hand
covers her mouth while stars shimmer
on the ceiling and her body explodes from
the lightness the touch but
her mind screams no all too late
because it is done
©Karen Casady 2018
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