take love
yes take it
let it
fall off the page
letter by letter each
demanding desire clinging
begging to stay clawing
leaving scratches of
times new roman in
bold italic remnants of
iambic pentameter sonnets dropped
into bloody puddles of adjectives slitting the
throats of nouns while broken metaphors seek
solace hiding in rushes of verbs crashing through
white space as you reach out to save them they
slide through your fingers
©kcasady2017
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