papers/lighter/text

crumbled and rolled

I was four years old and I kept taking it out of the bowl to play. 06/13/2014

Filed under: free verse,poetry — paperslightertext @ 12:48 am

Goldfish in my fist,
too slippery to resist:
A metaphor and memory
That foreshadowed a future me.

I couldn’t let it go, so
I literally loved it to death.

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