you have a way of tinseling my pain
black and white “poke”-a- dots
over my grey
but grey is where I take my breaths
where I hurt and heal
how I feel
when I’m not juggling gimcracks
rainbow daggers
you carelessly toss my way
“Tinsel” is the word to include in your quadrilles this week.
Join us at dVerse Poets Pub. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST.
mishunderstood 