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Final Words

Pointing Fingers

By Katrina ThornleyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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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

You can now purchase my first ever published poetry collection here!

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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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