Tuesday, October 3, 2017

I Turn Coward (Day 258)

I can’t bear to look
—eyes, mouths, words—
I turn coward, and 
turn away from 
the fears of millions, only 
to encounter my own, 
home to roost at the end 
of another record-breaking 
day, familiar face shining
and ghastly under 
the silvering glow of 
a slow-rising autumn moon.




(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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