prompt: “typewriter”


Mistakes are more permanent
that we’d often admit. They fade
like ancient scars which once seeped
beyond skin and into being

but now, attentive lovers
if you can find them, caress
each darkened spot as if
it were merely dried type

from rusty mechanics. Then everything
is uttered. Life
happens at once. Their guttural glances
cuts past wounded echoes

of the people we used
to be.

– billimarie