The Maul of Justice

My lips are sealed with memory glue
for times I’ve not forgotten
– a laugh of contentment
– the joy of an experience
– tears I couldn’t dry
– a muffled cry for assistance

Went shopping with the promise
of the sale of the century
– fighting another for possession
of a garment in limited production
that suited me oh so well
– recovering from lack of jurisprudence
I forfeit my rights as first responder
departing with my last shreds of dignity

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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