Gray Man

She holds her tongue for a gray man 
with a smoking jacket and whispered I love you’s. 
She holds her tongue for crumbs on countertops, 
hairs on bathroom sinks, unwashed hands 
and mornings with unbrushed teeth.

She holds on for passionate kisses and long embraces  
that heat up to a thousand degrees under the sheets. 

She presses on for those hard fought moments. 
She gasps for air but lingering smoke blocks her airwaves, 
burning a hole in her lungs. She wishes it were only a pebble 
in her step along a winding path as she treads lightly. 

With every breath, every painful breath, she continues to  
battle the urge to run from it all. Has she really been  
misguided to a watering hole filled with polluted waters,  
only to be lulled by the promise of the sweetest refuge? 

She looks down and decides it’s time to change her shoes.

◄ Under the Covers

Where Have All The People Gone? ►


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Sat 10th Dec 2022 12:16

Thank you, John! I appreciate that. 🙏🏻

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John Botterill

Fri 9th Dec 2022 18:45

The imagery works brilliantly, Kimberly 😎

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Mon 28th Nov 2022 15:51

Thank you, M.C. for reading and your comment.

I used to receive the response “Time to get new boots” whenever times got hard and I guess it works for this piece. 🙂

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 28th Nov 2022 14:45

It has that air of "quiet desperation"- relieved by a last line that raises a wry smile.

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Sun 27th Nov 2022 17:26

Thank you Bethany & Stephen for reading and your comments. I am glad you found this enjoyable.

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 27th Nov 2022 09:19

This is a great write, Kimberley. One of the best I have seen recently.

<Deleted User> (33540)

Sat 26th Nov 2022 22:07

I really enjoyed this, Kimberly. Well done and thank you.

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