i carry one of those pink erasers around with me wherever i go
an if not for the obvious metaphor
it would be for comfort
the knowledge that at any second
i can remove a letter
or a paragraph
something not up to my standards
with a few strokes
few flicks of my wrist
it's gone
i carry one of those pink erasers around with me everywhere i go
and maybe just for the metaphor
to put my mind at rest that i have this power
of erasure
the power of removal
proving my own god complex
and my inability to let go
of what i do not erase
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The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
