unhappy is a memory we hide so well
one morning we wake up and forget we ever were
we cling to happy for our survival
cherishing, nurturing, giving
all the care we might offer a house plant
unhappy we hide in the recesses of mind
tucked away, file unfound and almost forgotten
Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann
Mashes Sands
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Before we go any farther, that's what last night's supper looked like.
It was fine.
Our sleep last night was odd. At one point the fan at my bedside su...
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