An Escape

Short-lived, serendipitous and sly, I suppose.

It’s Sunday, I’m sleep-deprived and solemn, to say…. the slightest?

Scorned. Scored? Still insecure.

So I escaped.

I’m secluded, substantially.

Sarcastically scared, scratched and screwed.

Sense and sensitivity.

Sensibilities are shadows.

I am a shadow.

Spring stands on my shoulders.

I stand on sticks of sacrilegious stares.

Searching for sounds of smiles.

So we shared libations, my soul- sister and I.

I escaped for seconds totaling 14,400.

It’s shameful, I’m sure–

Strikingly stressful.

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