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Threads of Gold

I want to lie between the lines.
To feel the words moving and sinking,
Gnashing and gnawing at the chains binding them so.
I want to sink into the crevices between the melodies,
The breaths between the chords.
To feel the rhythms beating and crashing,
Tearing and thrashing at the ropes holding them down.
I would inhale every heartbroken word.
Let it sink into my skin,
A permanent tattoo of something
Too strong to break yet too fragile to hold.
Something nurtured in the dark
Until it becomes too bold.
Let the waves crash over me,
Stripping my spirit clean.
Sew my pieces with your song,
Delicate threads of gold.


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Crumbling Pieces

Raise your hand if you had to look this one up then couldn’t think of rhymes!

WordPress Daily Prompt – Tenterhooks

I’ve stretched my heart;
Hung it to dry.
In the fields where your bones laid;
Where the rivers ran awry.
I visit it sometimes
To collect the crumbling pieces
Littering the red mud ground.
It never seems enough, the breaking never ceases.
Yet my heart remains solid and bold
Hooked steadfast to the tenter.
The wind calls me here with a siren song;
It moves me with slow seduction, it brings me to center.


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