There are sins I’d commit again
Even knowing what I do
About remorse and
Consequences.
Rules make more sense once you break them
The sound they make sliding out of the way
Is pleasure and breath
When I inhale them
They race my pulse
When I bend them enough
to show what lies beyond the law
The boundaries between good and evil
Should and shouldn’t
Yes and No
May never have existed
And snap like a wishbone.
© Michelle Stoll, 2019
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| Wishbone Photo by Tequask from Wikimedia Commons |
1 comment:
Love the images and how they work like a wishbone! I love short, powerful poems like this!
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