Unspeakable (Day 1449)

the day after 

betrayal is always 

hardest to bear

unspeakable 

evidence  swept 

into a tidy mound

disbelief evolves 

into something

abhorrent: 

belief

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Those (Day 1448)

Barely breathing 

now  but breathing 

the corrupt air

of aftermath   

hearing voices 

of those 

allowed  to walk 

away   

allowed to

walk  away  

trailing ruination

into ordinary  

the merest trace

of massacre 

perfuming

their soft white skin

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Fortress (Day 1447)

a moth courts 

power’s fragrant flame  

hurling himself against 

a fortress of smoke   

determined to burn

one way or another 

 

in silhouette  the future 

quivers and resolves

(c) 2021 by Hannah Six

All she had (Day 1446)

Took a lazy old possum-roll 

    away from summer

We lay in the tall grass 

    trying not to make a sound

Winter arrived quickly 

    as a bright blue sled 

Despicable as that disgusting skin 

    that forms on hot chocolate 

    if you let it sit too long

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All she had was a two-tone Olds 

    and a can of lemonade

Why the neighbors’ laughter 

    was always so annoying

Pushed me up over the fence 

    but my coat was caught

Cold as cardinals on a dumpster

    in February

And the officer shone his flashlight 

    through the driver’s side window

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Image: Pixabay 

Eight days (Day 1445)

How many stories 

you could have told

eight days after 

they vanish because 

you believe yourself 

he left   she awoke &

powerless to open 

your doors & windows  

began painting pears

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six

Image: Pixabay

Without a net (Day 1444)

the end result 

being fruitless

days spent chasing

butterflies 

through curtains 

of dense gray fog

© 2021 by Hannah Six

Image: Pixabay

Endings & (Day 1443)

An ending is more 

than a beginning

That was when we met

for the second time

turned backward.

Both may spring 

& you bequeathed to me 

your bewilderment

from the middle  

but endings seldom 

before disappearing 

into cascading decades. 

end there.

You were my beginning.

© 2021 by Hannah Six

Image: Pixabay