I now recall the reason we lay
like boats, before the storm swept through
and blew our damage broadside.
The river broke its bank
our mooring buoys sank
your flood spread wide
my mud stuck
like glue.
True.
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Stephanie Ginger
Writer, screenwriter, poet, playwright, journalist. I love the drama of life: long, short, on the page or on the screen but always character-driven.
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By Tabitha Hinkley3 days ago in Fiction
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great piece
I love the metaphor in this! Awesome entry, Stephanie!
Happy to be the first to like this.