Polyester shreds fall like silt,

the slow pedetic descent through currents

undulting with sighs and tentacles.

So gentle and inevitable

in the tranquil aftermath,

of such broken seams.

Reaching out to touch the flecks.

The feeling of history’s suffocating weft,

burst into countless threads.


A false enchantment,

a corrupted craft,

now undone.


© Accidental Tentacles 2018





3 thoughts on “Undone

  1. It’s kinda exhilarating AND devastating when everything unravels. Failure and the promise of something better all wrapped up in the one event. It’s strange how that goes, don’t you think? Love this!

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