Musings by The Poet Loriet
Drifters and Dreamers
We're twins,
dressed head to toe in black,
faces pale, tears
reflected in our eyes,
blotchy red spots on our cheeks,
wadded kleenex at our feet,
and hearts exposed.
I avert my eyes,
peeking through my fingers
as if I were
watching a bad horror movie.
It hurts too much to
look inside of a glaring truth.
I want to run from the intensity,
shatter the mirror and face my fate,
but you and I are connected
to the same placenta,
and I am too weak to cut the cord...
so we somersault over and over again
in a futile attempt to stay afloat
and maintain homeostasis.
Lori Beal
dressed head to toe in black,
faces pale, tears
reflected in our eyes,
blotchy red spots on our cheeks,
wadded kleenex at our feet,
and hearts exposed.
I avert my eyes,
peeking through my fingers
as if I were
watching a bad horror movie.
It hurts too much to
look inside of a glaring truth.
I want to run from the intensity,
shatter the mirror and face my fate,
but you and I are connected
to the same placenta,
and I am too weak to cut the cord...
so we somersault over and over again
in a futile attempt to stay afloat
and maintain homeostasis.
Lori Beal
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