Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Threads


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

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

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

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

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

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