A threat as thin as the love between us
As thin as the promises you gave
A threat as thin as the coffee you made me that morning
As thin as the cup that broke when it hit the floor
That morning
A threat as thin as that other girl you were seeing
As thin as my own confidence
A threat so thin that you can’t even call it a string
So thin that you can barely see it
So thin that it barely exists
So thin I’m not even sure it’s there any longer
So real that it keeps us apart
I was so excited the first time I did the #bookpoemchallenge that I wanted to give it another try. So I picked up a new book and was, once again, inspired by the fifth word on the sixth line on the 49th page (threat).
