an impatient voice
alone
stuck between sheets
at the back of her throat
walks into the Sun
to meet herself at centre-
burning down
as names pause at edge
of tongue to ponder
is an old word remembered
larger or smaller
than a new one forgotten?
this puzzle
becomes her most
intimate
redemption,
kidnaps his sky
then waits for a debt
to settle

Well done. ~Pamela






No way do I want to go up against a write like this. Love, Lane



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