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Originally published in the zine Ten-Thirteen 2.
Ever since the night it rained
on our picnic —
The day they said he’d soon
be coming home —
I’ve been uneasy,
insecure.
Everyone I ever loved before
has gone away,
Yet I survived, and I could smile.
But when he was torn, unwilling,
from my side,
I learned some things
that frighten me —
Revenge was sweet,
but after vengeance
I never could have smiled again,
and empty bitterness
would seep like poison
through my soul,
If that courageous heart
had stayed forever still.
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