are not not really

time has a way of personifying herself until we shrink back

A gasp a child bolting out from behind the door

To scare

When we were also children

.wreck this. Tear this paper. I am crumpling it into a ball

I’ll have all the writing smeared as I smush it into the garbage and cover it in last night’s jam

Time you forgot your britches you forgot your mask

disrobed with one quick movement we see that underneath you’re pretty

You’re a shadow and a sunset a star swam sky and a lake

You are clear like glass that I touch and press right through and I find you

Aren’t

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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