She looks at the future like
she once looked at monsters in the closet, like
to not see is so much worse than
a calamity she could name.
Adrenaline drugged,
strung out on apprehension,
she plays calendar pages
like Russian roulette--
teeth clenched against a bullet
she feels must come.
But if who she is
could talk to who she was
with the wisdom gifted by
so many bullets missed or
monsters survived,
she could tell herself with
that monster-slaying smile
that the future can be
conquered.
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