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Facing the Page

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You can never tell what may spill out

on a page

Sometimes it’s your guts

your heart

Anger, longing, wish, hidden desires

bits of memory

an image

a smell

a bad smell.

Descriptions of a place

your workplace of all places

your ex of all people

You want to tell him,

keying, ginger fingers flying

I hate you,

as it was just yesterday

the pain spills out screaming

searing like hot lava.



Author: Hong-My Basrai

Memoirist and author of Behind the Red Curtain, blogger, engineer, manager, mother of three and wife of one, etc. I am a bit of everything.


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