After the drum beats of severance,
A second where the soft things scream-
Butterfly wings rip from metallic seams,
Crocheted blankets feel the scissor blade,
Breath’s surface blisters into a sigh.
Posted by jacsprat in Uncategorized Tags: butterfly, crochet, people, poetry, rest, scissors, severance, sigh, softness, tired
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