Weary In Love
She looked at her love lines
On her open palms
And ran her hand over her heart
The lines passed through her eye
And added a small stitch
To hold her heart together
But in that fateful moment
The stitch dropped and quickly unravelled
Loosening ties to her beating heart
The pieces crumbled into soft, dust
That slowly settled into her weary bones
She studied her soft features
with furrowed eyebrows, catching
Every detail in the palm of her hands
The palm lines darker now
Connected to her heart in bands!
24.11.2021
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name: W
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2021
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