I write letters I never send,
I write letters I can’t pen,
I write letters I won’t end.

The shadows in my room hang,
an anaconda, ready to crush.

The light in my room flickers,
a feather boa, tickling shadows.

I write letters I won’t end,
I write letters I can’t pen,
I write letters I never send.

Copyright 2016 – Katherine Johnson – All Rights Reserved

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