The Chain

There is an ancient iron chain that I use to secure my shed door that is coarse...and thick...and rusted... On this particularly dark and misty morning just before I closed the lock I paused...Noting its details...Its color...Its Number of links(Precisely 36); Its weight... Curiously, I wrapped it around my wrists and for some unknown reason held it close to my ear... Faint but distinct voices from the past whispered... "Never Again"...I inhaled deeply once... Twice...Rusted iron smells exactly like blood..

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Rainy Williams

I wrote this for my son.. Rainy W.

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