Smear

by Dutch   Jul 29, 2008


Fingertips touch woven lines
And smear the charcoal tears
Across rough parchment
As an addition to the texture

Sour is the taste on the tongue
As are these woven lines
They burn through skin like acid
And the red joins the charcoal

In its weaving dance of texture
Sour taste on the tongue
As the texture burns like acid.

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