BEFORE HER TIME

That big castle with the wooden doors,
Wine colored staircases spiraling.
Her eyes got adjusted to the twirls,
Over a period of ten thousand years.

Now living in a different city,
She still tries to see what is in that pitch darkness.
Moving shapes, loud cries and familiar voices,
Slowly cradling her into a space before her time.

– Emily parker

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