The Seat of Truth

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The wrist does not rehearse. It is said that by holding a person’s wrist, one can gauge more accurately their state of mind—even judge whether they are telling the truth.

Poetic form: Excire

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The moth mistakes my bare skin for moonlight—recurring, insistent. Its wings dust the wrist like a forgotten promise, reminding me of a question I never dared ask aloud. I had held his wrist, not his hand. A ghost of a moment playing on loop in my hypnagogic state.

moonlight 
     TrEmBlEs 
on my wrist 
where s i l e n c e nestles 
and my pulse   
     p/u/l/s/e/s 
until wings 
forget what F L I G H T meant 
     without aCHe   
          and consequences …

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 8/17/2025 1:22:00 PM

WOW!!! What a creative write you have here with a great picture. Thanks for the note about the wrist. I have never heard that. Have a blessed/lovely day writing away.........