One Hundred Days of Poetry – Day Ninety Eight

” I am the punctured bellows at the forge, I am the fragments that fly from the chisel, the rag that’s used to wipe away the bleeding wound. “

Day Ninety Eight

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s