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

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