Poetry · Writing

Teal Cravat

The tie around my neck

stranglesthelife

from once youthful eyes.

Black was a secondary

untilthecoldnightsecures

a lukewarm fault.

Lines of angels

forwardthinkingrightangleand

I’ll fall.

The tie around my neck

symbolofforwardthinkersofthepast

will die with them.

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