breaking
the strings you pull are tight restraining my breath, breathe
you repeat the words like a mantra,
is this love love. are strings
meant for necks? or arms
are they strong enough
to catch my fall
hang me like a
noose, or will
they break.
will i slip
through
the
cra
cks
dee
per
into,
love
love.
the
cr
ac
ks
are
slim,
but i
am
slim
mer.
i
s
l
i
p.
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powerful shape poem
with breath and
love and hang=
man’s no=
ose
A creative form poem…
I love how the last word is slip and the form of the poem reminds me of sand falling through an hourglass. Well done!