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A reaction to being cut loose from Ter's 21 Days of Poetry challenge. |
| Knotted Wire Barbed. Breathing, fire-edged spines. A live coil of slicing razors striking my soul; a bowline around my stomach, clotting my heart. Mind frayed like salt worn rope, hands tied behind my back in frustration. Hindsight blindsided by euphoria: a prompt, required words lost in the explosion of a poem leaving words shattered on the street and me lost in a dark maze. Six days into twenty-one, fifteen knots tighten, a tourniquet cutting off soul's blood from heart and mind and a poet near dying crawls off into the darkness trailing a loose end of knotted wire. 1st Place in
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