Verse 7, Black Heart

I imagine

my footsteps’

path an

inky line that

switches,

twists, and

doubles back,

deposits

slothful ink,

bleeds out a blot,

unspools

its steps,

one more

to the world,

a tangled

knot.

 

 

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