#225 (a dark crimson)

delicately

threading words

her feet constantly

pushing down the pedals

the loom is never still

steadily creating

verse by verse

the basket overflowing

yet she does not cease

not even in her sleep

she weaves the yarn

stirring in a dream

with bleeding fingers

aching feet

yet she does not cease

to chave her flesh

and string a dark crimson

opposing oblivion

with every single

letter

 

this one is dedicated to Candice Louisa Daquin, you can find her wonderful work here

 

© Matthias Geh, 18th March 2018

 

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