Written June 2018.
2am is a dangerous place.
I visit it often.
The mind wanders to memories
gone by. I do not want them.
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2am is a garden corner
and blurred delusions.
A girl’s first kiss, ugly and wrong;
her vulnerability pursues him.
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She pushes back the clock’s hands
but they come back again, again.
Nothing changes though however
despite the pain she is in.
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2am is now repressed
as untouched as a holy place.
Nothing that’s buried can’t be found;
just their secret, her disgrace.
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She buried the burden deeper
than the web of lies that she spun.
Gradually rotting and growing
around the truth- she let it happen.
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She can only go there alone;
trusts no one as the Clock strikes for 2am.
A first kiss or self-destruction?
At age 16, her downfall, her ruin.
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