Getting Stuck

Getting Stuck The silt turned mud; wet from sky rains That mimicked my tears, Blemished my soul. Splattered, my foot, sunk deep into the goo. The more I tugged and pulled, the thicker the gook became. I remained in place as thoughts swirled . A maze of indecision. Panic set in. I felt the sun […]
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Published on May 02, 2024 10:52
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Abbe Rolnick
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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