The Solitude of the Hours
(Where Dust Swirled At Her Feet)
written by: Korliss Sewer
You have signed my death warrant in crimson. I awake with hands fisted
waiting
for grace that is always out of reach. Some of us were not meant to bleed.
I'm a poet from the Pacific Northwest who sees the world through rose-colored bifocals.
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