Stories
I am like an animal;
crawling, slithering through the dirt.
Everyone around me sings with joy
while I am wounded, broken, hurt.
I am played with like a toy,
a tattered picture book,
turned to whatever page They want to see
but They never really look.
The Light Catcher
Twisting, twirling through the air:
one side truth, one mendacity.
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