Until It Breaks
there are some places you
walk to without
watching you and things
that shouldn’t hurt do why
never listen when I
scream inside quiet
places
Enigma
I don’t want you to know me.
I want to remain
an enigma.
Familiarity only brings
contempt
and children.
I want neither.
{Poetry by Holly Day}
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