Poetry · Writing

Caution

Tiles cracking under my feet.

Soft ivory path dissolves

Before my toes.

Tiles change into sharp needles

Stealing life from naked heels.

Moving through a forest of needles

Is impossible with a warning sign

That reads:

Move with caution.

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