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Crushed

Thoughtful Gay Oddysseys

I sit in the forest,

evening light scatters

under leaves,

frightened.

I can feel the little shadow,

the little me,

nearby.

I am stillness.

And they are detonation.

One thousand planets

crush their solar plexus

in a destructive symphony

of anguish.

With a deep breath,

I wait.

Crushed

Jan 07, 2025 - By Rebekah Wardell

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Rebekah M. Wardell

is the author of numerous scribbly journals, none of which will see the light of day. When they are not writing, you could find them reading, hiking, and laughing with their family in the parks and woods of the PNW.