Feather Step
A peek behind the creak
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2 min readJun 24, 2022
Like meditation
behind the eyes
A morning Buddha
pressurized
With pixels in the pupils
and fire in my reflection
I crawl my claws.
old creaking paws,
over these tired keys
like limping across dusty floorboards,
in a haunted house
to which I still hold the deed
