These loose ends
unraveling from me
in the form of words, stanzas,
incoherence in its most creative form
there’s poetry
hanging on my eyelashes
forming goosebumps on my bare shoulders
holding my body together
with words muscle is connected
to tissue to bone
but the letters trail off
just beneath my skin
a thought left unfinished
mumbling wistful things
leaving it all at a dot dot dot
I am made of poetry
loose ends falling from me.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 12:45 PM UTC
These loose ends
unraveling from me
in the form of words, stanzas,
incoherence in its most creative form
there’s poetry
hanging on my eyelashes
forming goosebumps on my bare shoulders
holding my body together
with words muscle is connected
to tissue to bone
but the letters trail off
just beneath my skin
a thought left unfinished
mumbling wistful things
leaving it all at a dot dot dot
I am made of poetry
loose ends falling from me.
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