Heirloom
HEIRLOOM
Unearthliness of this endless wood of colorless shadows.
I’m encompassed by the condemnation of prison bars
in the shape of ancient bark. I’m hidden where time slows
in constant consternation of wolves and diminutive stars.
The apathy of skeleton branches mocks the reverence of red.
I’m wrapped in my great-grandmother’s heirloom - its lure I dred.
My countenance cold and pale with the predilection of scars.
11/3/2018
7 lines, 7 words: rhyme poetry contest
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