random untitled poem

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the weaving of her life unravels
strand by strand
while she
struggles
to hold it together
just yesterday
she said she never felt better
in her lifetime
now today
she’s losing her lifeline
disturbing images from her dreams
haunt her waking moments
making her reality seem
obscene
all the chants and beads
prayers and rosaries
circles of protection
fail to hide detection
she’s hunted by
things unseen
no time to dawdle
no time to breathe
no time to collect the thoughts
that were scattered like marbles
rolling every which way
but back towards her
unable to reverse the flow
her feet sink in the muddied path
leaving her
forever in motion
and going nowhere fast

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