Inner Twine possibilities
Death, it comes to us all
and also does hope.
Perhaps sooner for me
it comes up from between
it lies in wait among
the teeth of loving friends
shadows, the edges of
the wheels on a less
but not the harpies
than sterile hospital
for they bring the doom
bed. where bits of
bells that sound in the night
dried blood still shows--
like painted signs--
I fend them off with my
markers of those survivors
incredible shield of truth
past, and mainly those
less fortunate. those who
always set me free
have seen doom in a Ziploc bag.
and also does hope.
Perhaps sooner for me
it comes up from between
it lies in wait among
the teeth of loving friends
shadows, the edges of
the wheels on a less
but not the harpies
than sterile hospital
for they bring the doom
bed. where bits of
bells that sound in the night
dried blood still shows--
like painted signs--
I fend them off with my
markers of those survivors
incredible shield of truth
past, and mainly those
less fortunate. those who
always set me free
have seen doom in a Ziploc bag.
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