Relentless;
like a blinded
late night express,
the wool yarn
soft unravelling,
nothing will
stop it now,
it lands
on the muted
goodness
of mom's
lavender rug,
while her
"dinner's ready"
call travels
through a
crevice
from the room
next door,
two and
a half
decades ago
today.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Relentless;
like a blinded
late night express,
the wool yarn
soft unravelling,
nothing will
stop it now,
it lands
on the muted
goodness
of mom's
lavender rug,
while her
"dinner's ready"
call travels
through a
crevice
from the room
next door,
two and
a half
decades ago
today.
#thoughts
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