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Roaring

Down the rail
I saw an uncertain time
Heard a muffled voice
cry out

I thought
liquid thoughts
of what to be

I felt as though
I was drowning

Gena McGinnes

I have lived with
runaway moons
and my second skin

Darkness snapping my eyes
penetrating acceptance

dancing clouds

and miscut smiles

I have lived with
runaway moons
and my second skin

Scott Croft