Tonight's Poet Corner: Every Other Word

Every Other Word
by Belinda Roddie

Each day was a slog.
We were under duress,
and we decided that it
wasn't ready for our
consumption.

Then you grew taller,
and I grew smaller,
and we both became
better for it.

That is how we chose
to explore our personal
demons. They cannot
touch us. They die
without our love.

Tonight's poem was brought to you by an experiment, in which the wifey and I traded off words to create something collaborative. Hope you enjoyed!

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