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Some Mornings

  • Writer: Nolcha Fox
    Nolcha Fox
  • Apr 17, 2024
  • 1 min read

Before my feet find fuzzy slippers, 

before my body leaves the bed,

before my eyelids flutter open,

I feel lost, unbelonged, 

a flotsam jetsamed, a discard,

a moment hurtling 

toward extinction

before time notices

I’m gone.


published in Prolific Pulse

 
 
 

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