Survival of the fittest

Away from the ledge

she walked in tentative steps

once drug abuser

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Braving the morning

Glorious future

bubbled, then popped like a gum

as the alarm blared

From a different time

old times

Like a hundred bees

his daughter casting him out

stung at the old man

Art broken

art-broken

Created with love

recreated with regret—

was her broken vase

Privileges

They clung to hinges

eyeing the flavourful broth—

camped and tortured souls