…And No One Knows

whether I think good
or evil.
Petty specks
clamor to get in my eye.
I’m losing ground,
majoring on the minors;
finding fault. Inept,
insincere, stewing in a slow poison,
waiting for rot to settle
into my bones.
This is all beyond you–no doubt,
fortunate– for it would otherwise
burn you
to gray ash.

55 words for Real Toads

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5 thoughts on “…And No One Knows

  1. You make your bold statements work in this speech to the unknown you… I’m trying to dodge the fate of ashes.

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