Eye Candy

An enormous platter arrives,

stacked on top of a toppling pillar

threatening to bury you,

but the prize is so great

it is the only thing you can see.

 

A remark can be harmless.

A remark can hurt.

 

When information is gleaned

and used for amusement,

gossip, whisper, giggle, snort:

the pillar will crumble completely.

 

And there will be no-one left

to recover you from the rubble.

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The Binding Is Fragile

My palms are etchings, words

written into my very pores.

Pages papered to my body

forming my skin,

roots of ideas growing

from my fingertips.

 

I am a person.

I am a creature.

I am a pathway.

 

I am a book.