an outward bound kiss
became vagrant
lost with letter sent,
tucked in a corner
of mailsack unfound,
never to touch it’s
intended receiver,
and when no reply came,
held her breath
before shouting,
so that trailer walls
resonated,
how could he be so cruel,
was that conscious of his
a foursquare rigging
torn on open sea
bleeding at edges
so that anger valued
no control,
could it be expected
in places so different
yet just as imprisoning,
he faced all wall eternally,
she had the breath of footprints,
a whisper of wind,
and no restriction
on how far she went,
maybe as she rubbed
a wounded breast,
it would be better
to not know a man
so brutal and destructive,
after a steadying drink
at eleven am
headed to the diner
she needed to speak to
someone
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I really like the ending
she needed to speak to
someone
speaks so much of being at the end of one tether