Her Chicken Scratch / Poetry

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The path is paved. The path is unscathed. I could walk on and on. As he shouts at me

Moments a blur. Moments a lure. Casting a shadow as a scream back. Just one more hour, I say.

You just passed one, he’ll say.

Walking through it all. Is more like crawling.

With a belly low and elbows raw. I will walk and walk until that hand changes

One up or one down. He’ll cough out a smirk.

And I will cough out my will

One up or one down. With something always moving.

Written by Alecia Writes

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