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February 8, 2024 brittfasano creative, Poetry

It feels like one must experience romantic love in a silo Heartbreak permeates society hands grip chests and pace paneled floors more often than joy is chirped beneath willows with songbirds

Betrayal

Again, I turn the word in my hands,its edges worn, yet sharp.To be all but a tray—an offering, a vessel,laid bare at the feastwhere no invitation waits.