It’s Not True, Ms. Dangling Modifier

Pulling my ankles under polluted water are faceless rumors.
An undercurrent wells Hannah’s eyes, blinking back salty tears.
Gutlessness circles me like a shark sensing blood.
Accusations writhe in an unwritten letter.
A kiss sealed the envelope without a return address.
Insecurity floods Hannah’s ears, swirling down a kitchen drain.
Innocence pledges allegiance to the son of all bastards.
I’m at the edge of nowhere.
You regret you hate me.
It’s too late to forget me.

(© 2022 AC)

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