Freshly manicured fingernails
anxiously scroll through each page
Every poem has too much meaning
questions and doubts stab at my uncertainty
Newly discovered insecurities arrive with baggage
uninvited but they plan to stay
until my heart can no longer smile
Under my gown
A quick run of the hand
reveals a slow healing scar
and I'm wondering at this moment
where you are
Then, face down on the glass
cheek pressed into a dream
I find uneasyness better to live with
than oblivion
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