Touching On A Little Bit Of Everything #10 – Fingering

I wanted to be an author by 26, and now a new dream exists. It has a lisp as it was on similar shit, slip of the tongue it’s strung along as repetitive. I grafted for this, heart and soul shallowed to the soul. Hallowing work it is important as it gives birth to history. A moment of time, trapped in fingering. Poking at keys punching in lingering thoughts. Noughts and crosses, Malorie will have the aux. A million thoughts away from me in a greater sport. I ought to follow the path of greatness yet it is awks, as comfort is brought to attention with a fork. Biting on my chill, frost fighting my will to keep my anxieties unpeeled. Until I wheeled back in ecstasy, hoping through greatness you’ll remember me. As a Black finger prodding at your grey areas.

Author: Jude

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