walk away run away

and the Spice is ink yet no,

the white space 

manifest, bourn 

of words and lines

the negative twixt and ‘tween

lips parched she licks

looksabout 

in one emphatic sigh

then walks away

Thump thump thump thump

Can we cry now?

Can we breathe?

Can we finally admit to the bone~weary of exhaustion?

Anxiety?

The pressure to produce...

and produce

and produce...

Can we cry now?

“I do not want, I do not feel...” ~  A.O.S., History Repeats Itself