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We huddled, green, in the center, awaiting the explosion, that shattering moment to scatter us to the far corners of this world, dropping us into solitary pits of hell, clinging to rawboned walls, and when the shot was fired it was merely a scratch.

© Jilly’s 2016


Grace is tending bar over at dVerse Poets Pub.  
We are playing with the word "Green."  
Come on over and join us!




A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

22 thoughts on “Cue

  1. Oh my goodness…..I just read this a third time after noticing the title Cue —- “we” are billiard balls, waiting to be broken, racked up on the green! And we will be exploded out to the walls — but, it was just a scratch — shooter must have hit the felt. Sadly, the shooter will take aim again. And then shift it to a metaphor — oh my! Great take on “green!”

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