Kelley Farrell

Writer // Creative

Gnaw

There’s something gnawing at the edge of my spirit

Small but persistent, hidden

Words once exchanged, hasty love

Bought sight unseen

Stored away in dark, cool places

It becomes secret doors

Scraped away in stone

And hidden ruminations

Based on smell alone

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Gnaw

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