The thin lines
Created a lopsided tale,
Chiseled out
In a not-so-thoughtful manner
That had always been
A downfall
Best overlooked
From the edge of the cliff
Where we fixed our home
Of white skeletal twigs.
Metal rusted ruts ending before,
Tracks turned false,
Remnants left behind
To be rebuilt not by us,
But stared at with
Open-eyed fascination
And the imagination of those
That believed in happy
Endings.
The jaggedness,
Misguided map sketched,
Lost us more
Than our intuition
That hopeless hearts ignored.
We swallowed berries
Afraid to starve
Despite the warning
Of poisoned veins
And horrified hallucinations,
Feeding each other branches
Waiting for the fall,
Hoping the other took the dive.
-Katrina Thornley
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About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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