Confrontational String
A string nestled
Wrinkled -
Wound about itself.
Not so much a king now, are you!
Lying there -
Atop my sweater.
An amber flame
Rages within
That little string -
That reminds me
I’m not perfect.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006
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