Poetry · Writing

Twigs

Twigs holding up steel will eventually break.

Crackling wood stares deep into the eyes of the steel looking for strength.

Steel weeps at the splinters left by the twigs.

Broken twigs left in the damp earth left by the steel.

Steel heads into the forest looking for new twigs, thicker twigs.

 

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