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		<title>Unfinished Exit</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Unfinished Exit I keep thinking about the time in high school when you drew me a map of the city, I still have it somewhere. It was so easy to get lost in a place where all the trees look the same. And now every time I see a missing person&#8217;s poster stapled to a [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h1><span style="font-size: 22px; color: #800000;"><strong>Unfinished Exit</strong></span></h1>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px;">I keep thinking</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">about the time in high school</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">when you drew</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">a map of the city,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">I still have it somewhere.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">It was so easy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">to get lost</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">in a place where all the trees</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">look the same.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">And now</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">every time I see</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">a missing person&#8217;s poster</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">stapled to a pole,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">all I can think is</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><em>that could have been me</em>.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Missing,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">disappeared.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px;">But there are no</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">posters for people</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">who just never came back</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">from vacation, from college,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">from life.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">You haven&#8217;t killed yourself</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">because you&#8217;d have to commit to a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">single exit.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">What you wouldn&#8217;t give to be your cousin Catherine,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">who you watched</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">twice in one weekend get strangled nude</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">in a bathtub onstage</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">by the actor who once</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">filled your mouth with quarters at</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">your mother’s funeral.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">The curtains closed and opened again.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">We applauded until</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">our hands were sore.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px;">But you couldn&#8217;t shake the image of</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">her lifeless body,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">the way she hung there like a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">marionette with cut strings.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">And now every time you try to write a poem,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">it feels like a</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">eulogy.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">A desperate attempt to</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">capture something that&#8217;s already</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">gone.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">But maybe that&#8217;s why we keep writing,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">keep searching for</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">the right words,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">because in this world where everything is</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">temporary,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">poetry is our only chance at</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">immortality.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16px;">So even though you haven&#8217;t</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">found the perfect ending yet,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">you keep writing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">For Catherine, for yourself, for all the lost</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">souls</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">who never got their own</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">missing person&#8217;s poster.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Because as long as there are words on a page,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">there is still hope for an unfinished exit</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">to find its proper</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">ending.</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 16px; color: #800000;"><em>About the Poet:</em></span></strong><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;"><em>Claudia Wysocky is a Polish poet based in New York, celebrated for her evocative creations that capture life&#8217;s essence through emotional depth and rich imagery. With over five years of experience in fiction writing, her poetry has appeared in various local newspapers and literary magazines. Wysocky believes in the transformative power of art and views writing as a vital force that inspires her daily. Her works blend personal reflections with universal themes, making them relatable to a broad audience. Actively engaging with her community on social media, she fosters a shared passion for poetry and creative expression.</em></span></p>
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