About-Face

You took it too far— When you put my tears in the junk. The shift was when You shoved your tack through my dance— Making my heart on my looks; My guts on my heart… Smashed, my convictions, On the stairs— I’m pleading, walk with me there. Tell me how my bleeding can Whirl out this insanity… I'm complete, in sane.

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Nancy Kaufman

Date: 3/15/2023 2:18:00 PM

I like the fragmentation in this poem, in spite of it's sorrow..well expressed

Anonomus Scorpio

Date: 3/12/2023 9:24:00 PM

Hard feelings are never easy to put down... on paper.... on a screen.... or on our mind. Always know that they are worth sharing though. Yours matter and are felt by many in kind.... Your writting does bring some interrsting feeling Paige, unique and pure I very much enjoyed this one. Supportive Regards A.S.