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Walls,
closing in,
threatening to crumble.
Her heart pushed and pulled,
a weeping void between.
The door for escape
led to more doors,
more empty rooms.
On the empty balcony
her tears falling to glistening pavement,
she cast an unfurling lifeline
across the street.
On another balcony,
another lonely heart
grasped it.
©2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne
*Later this week I’ll begin re-posting the best poems that were on the website. The reviewed and, sometimes, re-edited poems will thereafter appear each Saturday.
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