Everything
Strikes me
In retrospect
It bleeds a little
Then subsides
To circle back
In retrospect
After the fact
The full impact
Becomes a siege
Of Images, Horrors,
Realities, Knowings
In tremulous waves
Drowning currents
Sinking me in it
What has occurred
Is far too much
This isn't denial
I always remember
Every singular detail --
Throughout each moment
It's a stopgap reflex
Allowing me to crumble
SOLO rather than --
W-H-I-L-E being
Actively HUNTED.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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