You claim to make a new life
Then proceeded to backtrack
As you stay deep inside your edwardian
cottage of decay and old newspapers
Stuck solid during the storm and in
the sunshine
Getting high on cough syrup and nutmeg
Shredding, tearing
Placing buckets to catch the leaks
Whether you like it or not
The truth is your journey is stagnant
Where you are now is here
where you remain
The time has arrived to leave
this building and burn
it down
Tara Lynn Hawk is the author of poetry chapbooks Rhetorical Wanderlust and The Dead. Her work is forthcoming in Moonchild and has appeared in On This Path We Travel, Anti-Heroin Chic, Occulum, Rasputin, Uut, The Cabinet of Heed, Spelk, Wanton Fuckery, Midnight Lane Gallery, Idle Ink, Spilling Cocoa, Poethead, Social Justice Poetry and more.

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