NaPoWriMo Day 1, poem 1/30: carpe diem poem
Carpe Nihilum
I am much more likely to seize
up
to lock the day out
and scatter words
on the floor.
I draw blood
on my lips and fingers
unable to stay
whole, afraid
to bleed out.
Rather than seize
your heart
your body, I mew
softly for attention
and lose daylight
through a sieve.
I love "and lose daylight through a sieve."
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