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Pattern

June 29, 2022
By xarqirm PLATINUM, Louisville, Kentucky
xarqirm PLATINUM, Louisville, Kentucky
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Fire sat low in my belly

a simmering boil as I exhaled

my mind weaving together

a pattern

my hands flew at their own accord.


I hung my head,

in shame—

or excitement

as I traced the 

pattern

with my fingers

my eyes skittish.


The flame was snuffed

then

and I was left bereft

and cold

and the patterns 

became meaningless.


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