Await Anxious


the discomfort of familiarity with consistency

gnaws at necks

slides down the spine

and taunts with time


hours would fly then fall

wine white would bloom burgundy  blood

pale purple cotton clouds would wave through black blue skies

memories would meld with dreams

and dance in the lush possibility of each impossibility

the dulled murky mind longs to return to such a time

when i was mine

“Taunting Time” by Meaghan Merrifield

Artwork by Marko Koeppe

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