Code Purple: Day Three

There is no sleep
where the pounding in the chest
meets the racing of footsteps on pavement–
the grasping for air
in a gasp of terror from all sides
while the cold light of knowing what lies in others
tightens its grip around you.

Old ghosts
met in new faces,
lies that can never fool you again.

A lonely kind of truth in everything.

©2015 Jessica Stephenson All Rights Reserved


About inpotentia

Hold Fast.
This entry was posted in Domestic Violence, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Code Purple: Day Three

  1. Pingback: Code Purple: 2015 | In Potentia.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s