Posted in Canada, Prose, Relationships

If Pressed into a Corner

With a knife to my throat,
and the whole world against me,
I might just be inclined to say…

…that I miss you, more than I could say…

Or, you might just ask me,
in a normal way…

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My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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