Sunday, October 14, 2012


©Stacie Sandall

I've no desire to rise.
Life beckons, so I fall to its mercy.
Crawling, sighing into the sun,
drinking it in as if I'm thirsty.

A fighting stance with wobbly knees,
the empty stare mirrored back.
Stale water in the bath,
I linger empty as a sack.

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