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This Involuntary Pirouette

A poem

you awaken to a house
purpled by the twilight
and the ceiling clicks from
its silver latch
fleshy webs blur and block
a winding coil crunching
three times like boots on gravel
before your eyes
rounded jaws begin to spin
a water wheel of singular
top of the scale notes
slowly at first, a familiar
but unrecognizable melody
comes into focus and it sounds
like childhood ending
melancholy and expectant
as a…



Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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Samantha Lazar

Poetry, fiction, and essays in celebration of being a Mom, Wife, Educator, Writer, & Lover of Life.