first responseA Poem by E S StevensThis poem is a sister piece to my short story, "Broken."An arm extended, now moist and golden, I sit and wait for time to tell. Subdued nervousness fill the harshly lit bathroom " a fog of unknown futures and unplanned possibilities. The ticking of an egg timer chants from the counter, cold impersonal clicks " it cares not for children. © 2012 E S Stevens |
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