Photo Credit: Zero Equals Two
Hands hold
each other
palm to palm
open
inviting
fingers
interlaced
intentions
weaved
as we walk
this way
for everyone
to see
hands
cloistered
in cotton
folds
hiding
the
emptiness
from sight
hands
hungry
cupped
towards
passersby
who refuse
to see
their
reflection
reflection
on the stained
sidewalk
I invite you
close your eyes
hold your hand
out
to your side
extend
each
finger
until
you
feel
that
cold
tingle
that my friend
is
death
wanting
to
hold
your
hand
Based on the prompt to write a poem about something mysterious or spooky
Dark, so of course, I like it.
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