pattern recognition
something is nagging at her
suspicions and doubt tumbling
sharp shards of glass in her mind
right in front of her blind eyes
like a name or word she sees
but cannot or will not read
little things felt and ignored
hours unaccounted for
confessions of the wrong sins
lines and shapes she will not trace
bitter truths she will not face
finally falling into place
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Wow !
A pressure cooker
on grandma’s old wise stove.
This is very very good !
Love the s’s and the cadence and end rhymes and the end.
And ! The subject matter.
This is very very good.
Nice. Rhythm and word choice. A haunting poem.
“Sharp shards of glass in her mind.”
I can see and feel it.
Very effective.
I know that feeling.