National Poetry Month Day 17

Today’s poem is a little late, but here nonetheless.


#17
Deception curves to fit the bone, seeps into the spine, laps up the marrow -

Footsteps shake and loosen what once was good, pure.

Even half truths
weaken a body.

Enjoy the weekend!

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