I Am (Nevermore)
Knock-knock.
Who raps upon this door?
"Go away." I long to say,
But the words, caught, a lump
In my throat.
I know it is you;
Under the streetlight smiling
Your casual gloat.
Ego bloated, buffered with buffoonery;
You seek me out and will again
Six months, a year from now,
Whenever you need to dig your claws in
Deep, you need to feel them embedded
Underneath my skin.
But, like the lost Lenore, I am
Nevermore.
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Jen Chichester
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