She holds her tongue for a gray man 

with a smoking jacket and whispered I love you’s. 

She holds her tongue for crumbs on countertops, 

hairs on bathroom sinks, unwashed hands 

and mornings with unbrushed teeth.

She holds on for passionate kisses and long embraces  

that heat up to a thousand degrees under the sheets. 

She presses on for those hard fought moments. 

She gasps for air but lingering smoke blocks her airwaves, 

burning a hole in her lungs. She wishes it were only a pebble 

in her step along a winding path as she treads lightly. 

With every breath, every painful breath, she continues to  

battle the urge to run from it all. Has she really been  

misguided to a watering hole filled with polluted waters,  

only to be lulled by the promise of the sweetest refuge? 

She looks down and decides it’s time to change her shoes.



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