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Pink Feathers

Friday, the 13th

I Was Just Thinking



sweet it is the rush through your veins

sweet enough

to lure you in

like a mouse into syrup

nose quivering

tongue tasting

further further in

until all four paws are trapped

and no escape

no pulling tearing bleeding

no way out

as light fades

and black settles in




By: The Whimsical Writer/Mom/Library Lady


#Fridaythe13th #Poetry

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