HardWood Floor

I saw a hardwood floor made of oak the other day. The floor was smooth and beautiful. 

When I saw the hardwood floor, I recalled that hardwood floor that you and I lived upon in that place.

I recalled the nights of cold and terror, the torture of your words, the way you humiliated me – 

                               the way you changed me forever.


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I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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