The sound of a struggle
springing from my fingertips
The shattering of a dream
clutched so, against my breast
a fetish
fiendishly gripped
But I'm GOOD at this!
Damnit!
ropes fraying,
splayed
spelling sweet
disaster
chimes against my feet
carving my ankles
like sacred pygmy hieraglyphs
Who will I be
if I let Love carve me?
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