Red Ribbons

Cold wind;
I walk my demons
down to the
water.
I cut my palms
and am not
surprised by the
red ribbons
that spill out.
At two
in the morning
I am more
metaphor than
mammal;
so when my
shadow talks
I do not
flinch.
I answer it:
anything with such
weight must
sink.

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2 comments
    • Aw, I must have missed replying to this review! Thank you for your kind words. It always means a lot to me when someone takes the time to review!

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