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Hurt Held Your Pillow


Inspired by SAW, JR
Last night, I slept again with anger. This morn, my hurt held your pillow. Gone, have you trip-sobered a thought for me, or our heart’s cracked carousel, poorly operated? I never prepared to wed drink addiction or create a home where deceit married fear. Layers, upon sad stares grow walls of distance as I daily wonder just which end is near. I felt I saw us. Infatuation blind eyes Drowned in your brown eyes. No alcohol antenna. Attraction saw less than felt.

Copyright © CayCay Jennings

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