Let All be ruined by a line.
To pass through a place and leave it
exactly as it was found
in a coward’s ghost-story.
Take the iron nail, the flint,
the jagged edge of a broken shell,
and drag it across smooth, defensive grey.
If the horizon refuses the ink,
gouge the canvas!
Better to be a scar on the world
than a perfect, unread map.
We were never meant to be seamless.
We were meant to be torn open
and signed by name.
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Author:
pontefract (
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Comments2
Brutally dark and graphic. Well written
yes, we were not meant to be seamless, but i hope no one is scarred by these jagged lines - gives food for thought
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