Beep. Ding! Tununup. Home, is where the wifi connects automatically. Our fortress, haven, hide-away. My comfort zone, mi casa, my cave. Everyone has one, be it mental or in the flesh. Poetry 101 Rehab: Home
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I’m sorry for breaking you…
The clock stopped going toc.
We stared at the big orange sign,
signifying the distance to the edge.
I was hurt and so were you
but after the end, I pulled through.
Now I’m hearing the riddim again,
and you’re still ice cold.
Poetry 101 Rehab: Thaw.