This Map, Me - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
THIS darkness splinterd my light,
leaving my muscle and bone sore
to the touch, but alive, still your
beatifull shadow breaks my fall.
THIS wretched trap squeezes my
wrist, and in its place, plastic
handcuffs, still your shadow breaks
then i fall into a trance, like a untidy
ghost, and fold myself into a map,
this map, , , , , , me.
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