her ability
as an escape artist
the falling chains
picked lock
broken hairpin
empty safe
pulled up from the lake
vanishing
in a puff of smoke
like a ninja
no sign she ever existed
except
for the faintest hint
of wildflowers
floating faintly
above the messy bed
she was exactly what you wanted her to be, the partner, the lover, the supporter, the dream
everything the stories say, the whispered lines of unwritten poetry in the silence of the heart
but once the seal is broken, those three words are given life, the unmentionable declaration
she becomes a rabbit sensing a trap, bounding away with no notice, just gone from view
as if
she never existed at all
all that is left
is a broken moment
of wonder
was she ever
really
here at all
just the memory
of uncertainty
wonder
aching doubt
a flyer hanging limply
this weekend
one show only
the amazing escape artist
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I love this. Thank you. 👽✌
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thank you. that feels circular. you’re welcome? that feels odd. i’m glad you enjoyed it. yes.
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LOL Circles are always a delight. ✌✌🤓
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hahahaha. depends on the type.
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I know someone like this.
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for such an atypical trade, it seems to be typical
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Not typical per se but not unheard of
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yeah
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Very very very lovely…
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thanks bloky bloke
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