Mary Huxley Poems

Jailed in my own mind,
Scared to walk forth,
Handcuffed by my own thoughts,
I'm sentenced to infuriation.
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I have memorized you
like a prayer whispered in a burning room.
You are the ache in my marrow,
the silver thread stitched
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A single tear slid down my cheek,
clocked in for work, said, "Back next week."
It packed its bags, tiny suitcase, tiny socks
and whispered, "Buddy… life's a lot."
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