Breadcrumbs

by Aleza Freeman

Sluggishly
I creep,
behind the drape
of sleep,
but dreams
are no escape.

When fate
conspires
to play tricks,
and my sleeve
rubs my heart
in my face,
crossing barbed wire
man, how it sticks,
and again
puts me back
in my place.

All the while
you haven’t a clue
the trail of
breadcrumbs
leads back
to you.

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