New Poetry Wednesday: Inked Folds

Inked Folds

Languish in the inked folds
Hoping the paper holds
Through storms and time
As it grows yellow, tattered
Keeping its prize
Deep inside its bends
Cracking, creasing under wind
Rising up to meet demands
Put forth by a scarred mistress
Languishing in inked folds
Safer than any place known
Now or ever
Scarred mistress sleeps in dream
Waiting for the Undertaker’s kiss

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