Today I purchased a single

sheet of handmade craft paper

To give tongue to inner demons

in my best hand written script

Lines that formed were a piece of art

I can proudly say so myself but the contents left me gasping for air

How can I spill what’s hidden

even from my own self

leave alone others’ prying probes?

Hastily I crumpled

The sheet into a ball flaming it to languish

Alongside the host

Of unmet desires’

Pile of ash



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