The Witching Hour

We are the calm
before the storm.
The quiet
in the disquiet.
The moments
inbetween
falling apart
and being reborn.
We are the flux
between
solitude
and amity.

Like weeds
inbetween paving stones
we thrive
against the odds,
growing up between
two hard places
growing up and out of
lack of love
lack of touch.

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