A Cornered Gurl
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A Cornered Gurl


A hybrid poem

There isn't time, there's never time. The skeletons turned to moths years ago. The cedar chips scared them off. Dreaming of past lives, of could-of-been lives. Today, tomorrow — ten years from now — a lifetime when I close my eyes.

I’ve stopped feeling twenty-six.
Lost count, lost days — lost for words.
Death is closer now than he was the year before.



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Niki Madore

An avid reader, poet, deep thinker, skier, and occasional skydiver. Always encouraging others to begin their journey to live authentically.