Thrown
written by: Rando Mithlo
@Rodhnoe
One note held
Ripped at the fold
A pleasing read
My hunger need
Tore it more
In memory stored
I’d love to say
But, who’d love to know?
In paper framed
pen made a mess
A thought unclear
Then crushed in fist
I can’t explain
Not fast enough
The ink that ran
The blood that rushed
Her delicate white
Hand had thrown
Departed from
And arcing up
To watch it soar
Her perfect pitch
A storm-like cloud
Of fragrance lift
Catch it before
You close the door
Hard to swallow
The fortune known
-Now gone
Artist and Writer from Los Angeles currently living in Indiana - the bulk of my writings are short stories and poems that deal with a range of subjects including: emotional distress, strange happenings, thrillers and suspense stories.
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