No phoenix rising
She barely stirs a strand
Of long, brown, bed-warm hair
As I slip out in dark.
The door clicks softly shut,
And once the other side,
My breathing flows more free.
---ooo---
Feet crunch on frozen snow.
Blue dawn recedes to grieve
An apathetic sun.
Dim rays of light caress
The undressed shop-front glass
That shows a mirrored self.
---ooo---
The pavement runs uphill.
At last my key unlocks
The door to my retreat.
When under full-known sheets,
I hide from day and wish
No longer to be me.
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