In the splice

Betty G.

To hide
Words unspoken
Returning solitude
After forgotten
Contempt
Whatever

Rewind

To hide
In solitude
Forgettable
An endless winter
Trolling in self loathing
Self doubt

Rewind

To hide
Awakening
The promise of spring
Then you remember
The smell of rain
And the kettle screams

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