Our Life spans
like metal rings
winding
around
us
our words
wandering
off the spiral bound
childhood
where we first crossed paths
in
between
the coming
and
the bitterness
of age
we coiled
words
around
every
choice
and
catastrophe
twisting
the pen
between the lines
with vengeance
and indifference
all the same
the page
begs
for
it
its translucent ivory skin
veins arching up to the surface
like tangled sanguine vines
grasping for sunlight
bring down the blade
and
let
it
bleed
Camp NaNoWriMo Day 18
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