‘A Bent Reflection’ & ‘Pulled To The Undertow’ by Rachel Zweig

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A Bent Reflection

A walk along
the inside line of
a bent reflection
beckons
one to acquiesce
again, as
the past unravels and
crumbles at pocked feet,
bearing
its noose
for the child
to carry.

There is no forgiveness to be found in
this story of sorrow,
but a seething in the belly
of regret,
pure in form,
true.

Pulled To The Undertow

Sour breath
stuck
to teeth and
tongue, like a
rotten rose petal
unpleasant
to touch,
so.

A man
disappeared in
the undertow of
his own
anger, and
no one
helped.

Only fools
worry!
His body
illuminates
and
washes ashore.

Rachel Zweig is from Queens, NY.