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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