Reruns
Though the credits are long past being done
We refuse to let our story end
The writers have become erratic
The plot a three time rerun
I read a scene that I have played
It’s now your part
I sit silently and watch
Your character has not rehearsed
You are broken and bloody
Simultaneously reaching out for help
While lunging for the kill
Copyright © Heather Crismond | Year Posted 2019
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