Hands fused to wheel knuckles stretched and white.
Big sky behind left filled with fright.
Rage and shame sit side by side.
My mind reeling this time.
Why does it matter?
Shame screams rage dies.
Solitude.
Reclaim.
Cry.
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Jodie McMahon-Joseph
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