Echo at the End of the Tunnel


Broken as dawn, her voice cracks
open the day. Broken as egg. Black

and brined. Blank

-eted in silence. Be
-lieve her when she says

she’s drawn a blank. End
this small and elegant space

with a broken accent, a small
sigh. Watch the dark, wait

for the spark. Believe her. Leave
her be. Haul her into the light.

Holler into the dark. Wait
for the answer.


Prompted by Quickly in November, day 21. (late)

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