In In-Between

Poem By Eila Mahima Jaipaul

is it sacrifice enough
the small parts
that erode, die
when I'm not here
but not completely gone enough
to be numb?

giving over to the chasing of fireflies
during day
there is little to do
but retire when light
makes shadows long
and only tall trees grow wide apart

Comments about In In-Between

the cold comfort of the in-between. i heart this write, Eila.
PURGATORIAL SLANT, I DETECT, AS HAPPINESS SEEMS AFAR FROM THIS PLACE...'A SOLID WRITE IN IT'S OWN, INDEED...''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR


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