peelings of poetry

poetrydiv/ded

eraser strands
strewed all about my desk
like peelings of a scab

blood I seek
syrup of honesty
to pour in the pages

what’s reality?
if what I say or do
will never be strict Truth

my spirit
will juice my thoughts till my
body becomes peelings

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Author: Helen Ingram

Self Published author, artist, interviewer and owner of New Art United