The day became
inevitable and I tried

not to stare at caskets.
Not to see the dead in trees,

all the things released by
our lack of ability to end

properly. It ends much
the same as it began: me,

starting where you
left from.


Bethany Lim has been reading for many more years than she’s been writing, and she very much enjoys surfing the web here at PoetryCircle. She loves when she writes something unexpected and hears her voice change into something new, morphing into a different style.

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