that's what friends are for

absailing down

when the bearing beam snaps finally
you dangle

in the dark, in fear, with demons
exit signs hidden
bulb dead

I can't spread out a featherbed
or a trampoline

I did go through your backpack
replaced a few bricks
with kites


Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-09-20 at 12:35

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful. I love kites.

Funny, I love it.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh... this is so good. You have a wonderfully creative skill with words, my dear!