He pulled a Houdini on my heart. I was watching his hands—I was told to always watch the hands when a magician came to town.
He told me I had beautiful hands.
But it had nothing to do with hands in the end—It was the destruction of his words and his sleight of tongue.
So this is a bit of a cheat today, I originally wrote this poem for the Unbroken Journal and it was published back in May of 2015. If you haven’t heard of the journal I encourage you to check it out. Beautiful poetry and prose in every issue.
The October Poetry Journey continues… #OctPoWriMo
Today is Day 4 of OctPoWriMo join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!
Love and Ink,