4PM Release

the bouquet of tiny, firm tendrils

massage my jaw

melting the makeup down the drain

I stand holding my breath

feeling the gentle pressure on my eyes

waves of fear cleansed away

spirals of frustrations

form a puddle around my feet

the unachievable to-do list

the one that won’t ever end

the one that keeps


and going

and going–


I turn smiling

and turn it from warm to hot,

hot spirals of silver

soften the sinews

washing it all way

giving me permission to draw the curtain

and walk away–





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