boiling water,
the steam rising
from the deep
pot.
the gas turned
high.
how quickly
things change
under pressure
and flame.
how soon
what we hold dear
evaporates
from sight.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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