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Gwenevere Ivy Greenwood

hourglass memories

overloaded

palms pressed firmly against the wall

head hanging low

shoulders tightened and raised

unwelcome thoughts race through

my mind, like frantic cars, circling for a

space in an overloaded parking lot   my eyes pace back and forth on the floor

the cards i was given are too heavy

i take a deep breath

and release my trembling hands from the

blood-stained wall