Orphic – Day 1

discarded fabric
wicks the bloodshed
but beneath the surface
a Cellophane Self
loathing, lies in chains

the folding and unraveling
in contortionist dreams
mimics murmurs (silenced screams)
as the faceless clock chimes
time’s run out, or it never was

I live life in thirds — a reduction of things

© Grace Black

Welcome to the October Poetry Journey!


I’ve done this fanatic challenge before but this one’s worth a redo for sure!


Today is Day 1 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,



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