#94 (the ruins of my habit)

ivy
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

cradling

my thoughts

all died

in a landfill

between here

and nowhere

 

blackmail

returning

to sender

sudden rush

of panic

while the gashes

of your brazen words

are still festering

among the ruins

of my habit

uncorking

shared fates

*tween the lines

in the sand

or was it quicksand

treacherous slopes

of memory

letting me slip

like the fish

that escaped the net

trashing around

in another prison

they cannot touch


*25th December 2016

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