I used to wake up
Not knowing where I was
The blur between days
Days to weeks
Weeks to months
Still here, but not really
Just a shadow of myself
No need to cry when you’re smiling
No need to ask for help
Disappearing in plain sight
Nobody had a clue
The blur between days
The only time
I don’t miss you
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Gail Fredricks
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Belle of the Bayou
Bad move, cher. Not just the slip of her kitten heel on the rainy February cobblestones in the Fourth Ward. She got caught snooping. Detective Deleon clucked and strutted like a rooster in his rush to clear her from the scene, waving cigar smoke to and fro as he gesticulated amid the thick air of the speak easy. An experienced crime reporter, Marie knew better than to let the coppers catch her on the wrong side of the line, but curiosity had gotten the better of her.
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