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Feb 2010
I see you!
Do you see me?
Hidden behind the shrubbery.
I laugh, and I am found.

Look Up!
The plane zooms by.
We giggle and groan,
as we say our goodbyes.

WHOOSH!
The flames sizzle.
Consuming and tall.
Heads down, we pray for us all.

Licking our skin;
You've left your wound.
I ask you to heal mine?
Laughter resumes.

I am no more.
Hatred washed over me.
Can you not see me?
Flames block our broken paths.

As I walk down my road, I fall,
Hole after hole.
I trip.
Then, I see you there.

In a hole of my reflection,
I see you in my stream.
I give you food and water,
So you may soon be freed.

But up, i cannot get.
I struggle at the seams.
You pay no mind nor question.
Ghost-like I will be.

Pinch me if I'm joking,
Hold me til i sleep.
Cry if you must do so.
But let me die in peace.
Copyright © Stephanie Hannah 2010. No reproduction, distribution or unauthorized usage permitted without express permission.
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Stephanie Hannah
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