Alias

For some purpose, a scheme most grand

He, needing your needles now, whispers your alias

Loving only his broken-record voice

Revolutions — he cannot keep count anymore

I, with clean heart and tear-stained kitchen floors, no longer live to hear

My blessed middle name upon an Imposter’s lips

You and I, givers

Pawns in a taker’s desperate game

May you win with me

2 thoughts on “Alias

    • How beautifully kind of you to tell me. It’s my battle cry to women: Know that there are hurting people out there, hurting other people instead of doing the inner-work necessary to heal themselves. Help them if they’ll let you, but for sure set boundaries.

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