Imprisoned
Boxed in, his tall frame enflamed and defamed, standing elegantly before the fall, gloves in hand, ready to take on the world at a glance, throwing down the gauntlet, betrayed by his stance, he refused to deny himself, or who he was in all his glory, storied outlandish ways he set himself apart with wit and style to be taken apart when fashion changed without the guile to bite his tongue, betrayed him self when he did not spite the love that dare not speak its name. Betsy Mars Betsy Mars is a poet, educator, mother, animal lover, and travel fanatic who lives in the Los Angeles area. She finds her adrenaline rush in taking new and strange substitute teaching jobs as often as her psyche allows, while trying to maintain the balance she needs to write. Her work has appeared in the California Quarterly, Illya's Honey, and the Rise Up Review, among others.
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April 2025
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