I write in pencil
so my thoughts remain temporary
Rubbed out
erased
never existed
And I never confronted their concrete weight
as I sweep the rubbery remains of anxiety with my bleeding fingers
Well let me pour
my heavy fears onto a page
and maybe one day
lead will turn to ink
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
I write in pencil
so my thoughts remain temporary
Rubbed out
erased
never existed
And I never confronted their concrete weight
as I sweep the rubbery remains of anxiety with my bleeding fingers
Well let me pour
my heavy fears onto a page
and maybe one day
lead will turn to ink
24.1.2020
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