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No Line

 

No Line
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
 
No line. 
I’m spiraling into darkness. 
The world is gone, 
buried six feet deep 
of white, 
my future. 
Will I know love? 
Frost falls free 
from the swaying trees, 
and the trees 
fall down, 
breaking ground, 
my past. 
No connection. 
Silent is my heart 
holding its breath, 
a wish 
to taste 
love 
before 
it’s too late. 
No line
and I spiral
into the darkness. 

Line

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