Alice, Alex; Amber
It’s not often we’re together
you and I
within this unconscious soul,
drugs;
alcohol last time we met.
And, as before,
always,
we’ll fight
the two of us
like squirming ferrets
in this gray sack
she calls her mind.
Who will prevail before she wakes?
The one that doesn’t
recognize
the child she bore?
The one that spits and shouts
at everyone comes near?
There was a third,
we buried it some time ago;
we together,
in some forsaken corner.
Yet still;
it appears
in some dreams she has.
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