The Mole

Everyone around me is the same.
No one noticed I was away.
How long has it been?
A day, a week, a month?

I pale when I think of
Her inevitable return.
Of functioning without life.
Of the wretch that is me.
Why is death so illusive?

Curse the light.
Curse the force.
Shhhhh…She’s here.
Why can’t anyone else hear her?
Maybe this time she will prevail.

Barbara Vallaster Cramer

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