Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry

Kindling

At a young age, the oracles,

said

there was a dim light 

buried deep in my chest. 

It's been a few years 

and I'm still staring at the same

wallpaper,

my only solace: the feel of 

stale nights sitting at the

typewriter

and the 

taste of 

a blank

page.