I’ve little to say to you;
I’m still finding new places
to hide.
You lurk in the middle
of the room,
oblivious
to your harm, and I find myself
in the shadows,
hoping
you do not see me.
Our roles seem reversed
to anyone who does not know
to be afraid
of what has become
your way.
Rachel Nix is a native of Northwest Alabama. She likes coffee in the morning and bourbon at night, but rarely knows what time it is otherwise. Her work has been published in Spillway, The Summerset Review, and Bop Dead City. Rachel is the poetry editor at cahoodaloodaling; more of her poetry can be found at: chasingthegrey.com
Rachel Nix is a native of Northwest Alabama. She likes coffee in the morning and bourbon at night, but rarely knows what time it is otherwise. Her work has been published in Spillway, The Summerset Review, and Bop Dead City. Rachel is the poetry editor at cahoodaloodaling; more of her poetry can be found at: chasingthegrey.com
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Melancholy Hyperbole
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Oooh this is good.