Fabric (Poem)

Fabric

Cutting through flesh as if it were cloth
Find stride in ridding a blanketed slate
Strokes marry intention with precision
Deep layers keep a rotting core hidden
Sharply, digging under the ingrown truth

Hands to hips, posing in front of mirrors
Non-constant reflections in changing days
Everlasting suddenly finds great pause
The means to an end forget a beginning
Dirty pores say happiness was superficial

Muscles contract in flat out resignation
Retreat leads way to an even darker forest
Hounds give chase through the thick brush
Empty pockets are full of devious treats
Running away leaves tracks behind

Towards the edge of an untimely cliff
Walking on air is a small impossibility
Rocks fall and an ocean swallows up
Teetering on the brink of time’s abyss
Now or never, to return into uncut skin

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