loose threads

a smattering of things

  • the universe gave me a taste and
    now I want a mouthful

    -rjm
  • Ripped open some old wounds tonight
    It wasn’t the intention
    Not really
    I only meant to run a finger over the scar tissue
    Tactile needs satisfied with a few strokes
    But my finger became a talon
    Straight through flesh and sinew and blood
    Down to the bone
    It had a name
    The name had an echo
    The echo had friends
    Now all I hear is their laughter
    Bouncing off the walls of my head

    -rjm