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Invisible Strings

  • Darci Hart
  • Jun 10
  • 1 min read

This morning you lay next to me

Tonight, you take your leave.

Now all that lies beside me

Is the scent of your sleep.

The scent deems all else forgettable,

Including those invisible strings

Which wrap your digitus anularis.

I’ll remember them in the morning

When you lie next to me,

But for now, my stomach is searing

With an ill-favoured seismic rumble

Because I can’t find your love for me.

 

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