Damaged Bookmark


A torn bookmark 

lays abandoned

in the blank pages 

of a journal swollen

with verse and vision, 

invisible ink smearing

each page with frantic 

black blocks, love letters 

to no one, perfume 

wafting onto your fingers 

as you uncover my voice; 

memoirs laced 

with pain and laughter 

that no one remembers 

and anyone

can no longer hear

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