The day begins with the black hole growing larger
She searches for the box that holds all her possessions-the stuff after the riot-after the thieves--after the dark
Finds it wet and swollen with the few memories left
The books had all lost their covers long ago
There were chapter chunks missing and many only had a page or two rolled tightly
Like the coin machine horoscopes for 25 cents
The gypsy told her many years before her life would end in black
Well duh when you close your eyes it's black so every night steals another memory
Was there a beach somewhere?
The wandering begins again- walk until you can walk no more-peel away the blackened shrunken bark for the creepy crawlies meal
Keep moving- today is going to be a good day- a fine day- a walk on the beach breathing a calming sea soul of a day
The line of horizon flat like her heart- today would be a good day- she wouldn't have to live in the here and now
She could escape and draw her memories around her shrinking heart to save their beauty.
Her feet hurt- they always did- she is tired of the view
She sits and dreams of the Grand Canyon at dawn
A clean dawn crisp with cold air- brilliant colors- reds; violets; creams; blistering yellows
Clean air- warm sun- she sits and looks to the sky and wanders in memory and wishes to fly
Never heard the police when they told her to keep moving- everyone wanted her to keep moving
She was their conscience- she was their shame- she was wishing more than they would ever know to keep moving
Moving right out of this place where her mind had dumped her
Watching what the world held that was always just out of her reach
She had tried the world for many years, to fit in with the world
before her heart broke
Married raised a husband and three children, stayed wanting nothing more than to feel safe
Even bloomed when cared for- went to college and began to teach
But that was not meant to be for the wicked witch stole her dreams and laughs forever in her brain
Every bit of laughter-digging the hole in her heart deeper
Making her work harder until she broke
Broken tired and still trying to hold on
She screams at the guy kicking her
Oh God that will get her beaten
No she's so sorry-look she's moving on --no its okay
She's moving- she's going - she's leaving.
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An overwhelming case for AI. Biden turned to dust long ago.