Where is the other half of me stored?
The forgotten half,
the part I ignored.
Was it bottled up on the inside?
Or folded up inside a drawer?
It doesn’t matter much now.
Since it’s all spilled out on the floor.
I slipped into the puddle,
just as it started to out pour.
Like sliding down a waterfall.
Now I’m hidden in the floor.
I have heard those naming me
they haven’t brought me forth.
So I stay here in this checkerboard,
a strategizing pawn.
Biding time and learning more
about the me I forgot to know
K. B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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