She laughs like a bird in flight

Rusty and soft as the underwing

Gently chiding and kindly

Cruel Fate

It’s a feeling of déjà vu without

The sensation of reliving it

Signpost or seductive lull

One wonders what to expect

When the body screams on a cellular level

MOVE YOUR ASS HONEY

And inexplicably one finds oneself

There.

©MelanieMcCurdie2016

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