Poetry · Writing

Margins

Borders against language. Guards against the tounge like a mouth guard. Red lines too freed lines. Hopping the fence for dreams and futures only past the edges bared by blue and white. Write past the line. Fearing the red grants strength to an old idea and an inantimate object. Write past the red and set yourself free.

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