the hippie (in chief) (imagine8peace) wrote in ink_blot_cafe,
the hippie (in chief)
imagine8peace
ink_blot_cafe

Limit

Words will ruin me.
I don’t mean words typed on a old typewriter
Those are okay. Those are fine words
They never hurt anybody
I can hide them in filing cabinets or old atlases.

I mean the words I fling
Like tightrope string across trenches
I mean little webs of steel wool
Flushing my ears and cheeks with blood
Cement blocks in my stairwell.
Words that limit truth to what we say.

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