VORTEXA Poem by Ani AshfordIn 1997 my life was working temp clerical for a woman who was verbally abusive. It was the only job I ever walked out of and never looked back.
Glittering, dark vortex... Swirling, Metallic cacaphony, piercing to the heart; The heart still beating, offered in exchange for gold. No down nor Up, I am surrounded; grasping, greedy fingers Clawing at my soul. 09/23/97
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