Sketches

[eulb]

Sketches of my life are aplenty
Sketches I keep tightly close to my chest
I clench onto them afraid that they will take flight
Holding tight, tighter and tighter
my arms bled in the increasing traction
arms soft, meld into crisp edged papers tinged in red
these sketches scar, they mar
they are sketches of my life
and for these sketches I had bled

Mr N is thinking...