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WWP Poem #25: Brick

Nothing is yellow here. I am surrounded
by brownstone giants who have risen up around me,
poking square holes in the gray cloud ceiling far above
my head. I haven’t seen a cyclone in years, and
the closest thing to the charcoal funneled eddy of wrath
that I’ve seen since I’ve been here were the twin smoke pillars of grief
pouring from injured and dying towers nine years ago.
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Prayers in Exile

This was written for Read Write Word prompt #6 on Read Write Poem. Enjoy.
-Nicole

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prayers in exile

and the rain keeps falling down

little girl, barely a woman
budding breasts too soon, ahead of the clock
wandering
wandering
inside of an envelope of night
unseen, except by the creatures who would
devour her
teachers of hardness, lust, and abandoned prayers
hope gone stale
wandering in endless night
God doesn’t exist here
except in fairy fantasy dreams like a
far-off Santa Claus
grinning, open-armed, yet out of reach
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