Early in the morning
Before birdsong or cacophony of life,
Before scurry of rat paws on subway rails
While stillness prevails and
The promise of sunshine is a mere thought
The day, unwrapped,
When what will come to be known
is a blank, foreboding page
When breath is measured,
Discourse avoided,
She cries
She bleeds on paper.
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