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I can’t recall, until…

Alice stood at the end of the row
bookshelves askew
waiting for me to straighten,
her voice invading our space.
there was no where to hide
her words blaming, accusing and raw.
“what do you want?” i managed
my voice echoing in my mind,
she heard me and laughed.
“you, you of all people
will never make it.” her chuckle
soon disappeared. i looked around,
there stood the books,
shuffled and out of order.
fear entered the walls of my heart
and daggers pierced my soul.
she knew too much and i needed control.
admit she is there, speak of her,
he listened and said nothing at all.


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