Last night,

I swallowed the last bit of poison from your memory

and vomited up all of the false jewels I'd been holding onto

out of a strange sense of loyalty.

 

When the Dawn Road appeared,

shimmering through the swaying trees,

I cut the cord with a single breath

and knew I was finally free.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Flooaw / Aventura

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