Parted

A Poem by Ben Nardolilli

There is an entrance, cleared
And ready for you
To make an appearance
And be framed

Meanwhile
My feet lay trenches
And grooves in the carpet,
It is red like old blood

There will be no peace
Until you arrive,
And so I make war
With the innocent ground.

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