Spiraling Pain

A Poem About Burnt Notebooks

Kylyssa Shay
Bits of ash tantalize,
suggest words
one can almost see.
Sooty metal spirals
twist into my abdomen
catching on sensitive vital organs
of the soul.
Once they were glistening binders
of the written word,
the drawn line
but now they are weapons -
tools,
plowshares
beaten, burnt into swords,
curving blades that stick and fester
in tender flesh.

Published by Kylyssa Shay

Kylyssa Shay spent 18 years as a professional floral designer and has aquacultured marine life for fun and profit. Ms. Shay is a freelance writer, an atheist and an avid life-long learner with unusual life e...  View profile

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