upon waiting


she’s (de)bating
her breath and skating
on thin, and icing her skin
with ink.

she’s stating
the facts, and then taking
them back, and aching for lack
of drink.

she’s dating
her days, and fating
a phrase to breathing beyond
the brink.

she’s hating
her skin, hesitating
within, and willing her soul
to sink.

Written for Poetic Asides

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3 Responses to upon waiting

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    I actually miss your words when I haven’t read them for awhile. I read this and ached to sink down into your poems and thoughts.

  2. Marie Elena says:

    Your cadence is perfect, carrying me along, sinking-yet-sailing. WONDERFUL work, De, as always.

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