'Untitled'
By: Hallie Dunn
on bark skin,
and the narrow silver lining he preached before
was stripped too thin
to see
anymore
and he just felt so alone and so insecure,
like his whole life had been a bucket
and all along, he was just a fish.
No more
could he ardor
what his heart or mind would garner
No more
did it matter
how high he climbed this tattered ladder.
Why would it now
so disallow
the pretty promise of a vow?
Why would it now
his life imbue
with such a bold taboo tattoo?
