A special thanks to Tina Twito for coining the phrase “Repressed” as something more…
Dust Bunnies
We lie… in the shadows
Waiting for someone
To kick us up again
Quietly contemplating
A resurrection
We know will never come
Ignored, balked at
And out of favor like
Some lost wax technique
Or some erstwhile text
Long out of print that
Aches to be repressed
We lie… here dreaming
Dust Bunnies in the dark
Haunts of attics
Struggling on a web
So crudely spun
In the cloud