Poems from Briah Krueger
Honey I can hear you; I’ll be there in just a second.
Coming back from the kitchen with what she always recommended.
A small glass of tea...
Initially, this wasn’t exactly the reality of the story I imagined I would be strolling through.
Madness intertwined in my balance,
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Hushed within myself the instrumental softly incurred.
Surrounding me an orchestra; bowing its language, as if I overheard.
I...