Rumpus



When she left, my life was riven asunder.
Today, I find myself angry; roaming through the produce department of The Seventh Street Market.
Yesterday, I celebrated freedom.
Today wandered, lost, dazed.
I’ve yet to cry.

This rumpus of emotion threatens my being.

 


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