12-16-2013, 10:43 PM
revision 1
Her knuckles, aged and red
match her eyes under drooping lids.
She mutters under her blanket
and strokes what patches aren't worn down
as a mother coddles her newborn.
The threadbare fibers huddle together
straining against the jerky movements
that pull them from their roots
till they float away, small and broken.
original
The skin on her knuckles cracked red
matches her darting eyes,
as she mutters under her felt blanket.
It still has patches that aren't worn down
to threadbare strands huddled together
hanging on to their meaning of life.
Her knuckles, aged and red
match her eyes under drooping lids.
She mutters under her blanket
and strokes what patches aren't worn down
as a mother coddles her newborn.
The threadbare fibers huddle together
straining against the jerky movements
that pull them from their roots
till they float away, small and broken.
original
The skin on her knuckles cracked red
matches her darting eyes,
as she mutters under her felt blanket.
It still has patches that aren't worn down
to threadbare strands huddled together
hanging on to their meaning of life.
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The howling beast is back.
The howling beast is back.