Ropes – Day 19

My vulnerability was displayed like a frosted chocolate cake. A pedestal became an altar, and I the sacrifice. Each bite of mind, a morsel for distraction; you knew this as you sliced each segment. Gorging till you got your fill. We trek this life in ones and zeros behind the scenes. And there never was a cake.

high-wire act
on a low-slung branch
we’re all novices

© Grace Black

Write Yourself Alive – 30 Days of Writing  #writeyourselfalive 

Today is Day 19 of WYA 

Love and Ink,


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