#128 – Woman Fifty Five

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The self-imposed

pressure is too pronounced.

 

Words said (to herself) remain inside.

 

But these phrases unfurl, stick to the edges.

Lines transform into bleak thoughts that gush,

bump around, become amplified.

 

What ifs, comparisons and should haves

rumble through.
There is a devilish little pit that
renders this impossible,
at least for the moment.

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