going home

March 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

she had years
unable to move past those
last few words
chained to one extinguishing phrase
delivered with frigid ferocity
exile, her choice
now
she allows herself
one last walk
along the heaved
brickwork to her
ancestral hovel
with its walls of layered
tannin and grease
to ferret out a dark history
one faded letter at a time

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