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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