Margrét Kraw


Between The Lines

in your absence my senses are playing tricks on me
attempting to rejoice over the tediousness of days
I find partial success and seeming relief
from the ominous repercussions of truth and past sins

in between days I hide in the arms of a stranger
in between hours I pause to breathe in and out
to realize what is that I do each day
what way have I taken up to this point

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