My Writing Finger


from the ABC set The Twenty One Years

We never mention it now,
Too scared to admit

defeat, I expect.
We break so easily

apparently
under duress

Am I supposed to mention you
now you don't breathe?

The end of my glass has spoken
and had enough. But I want

to know how you can stand
to stay out there and not

appear?

My writing finger hurts.
You made it that way.

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