Sharing Circle

the talking stick
is passed

and as it draws closer
my palms sweat
my chest squeezes
shut

3 people before
I stop listening completely
composing a monologue
obscuring the truth
just enough

what if they find out?
what if he finds out?
will everything crumble?

obscure
truth.

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death

a young girl
strolls into the middle of the room
looking for her father
she waits

and there is a weighty-ness to her waiting
not the delicate anticipation of a new love
but the heaviness of knowing and not knowing

why did his light blow out so young?
and even though she knows full well
why does she wait?

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