Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff


Plastic melted,
Bonded to a fingertip.
Creases; imperfect.

A strand of hair,
Encased in sweat.
A salty mixture,
A foreheads simple crease.
Pores surround it,

Lyrics, without volume,
As a string breaks.
Empty, like a lifeless curl,

Censored thoughts,
Cashed in.
Like an empty diary,
Puzzle pink threads,
Plagiarized, creates a picture.

Dried ink,
On an old postage stamp.
In an unclear mind.


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