ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNot ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤgrieving ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou’re leaving!ㅤㅤㅤLips quivering because ㅤㅤI’m…
I’m at the crossroads. Again.
In response to the one-line poetry prompt for May 6, 2020
Locked, but not forgotten,
Imprisoned in the flesh.