The white of it slices eyes
like a glint
of deception.
Touch brings a cringe
where ears ache to curl
inward for protection.
To hold is like a pain
that to survive must be
moved through fast.
The slip of fingers is skin
left naked cold
exposed for cutting.
Its break is a long
stretched second
of another’s hell.
Sandie Walker (Western Australia)
An interesting write that makes me wonder about the metaphor(s).
ReplyDeleteOn a side note not sure about others but this text is quite poor to read (the e and c are hard to tell apart).
Thanks for sharing.
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