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Sweet Release By Joseph Marshall

Writer's picture: Tin Can PoetryTin Can Poetry

The buckle is broke

The holes in the belt are warped

The leather is stretched

The stitching is torn

Abused by a weight

It was not made to hold

Worn as a necklace

Despite the cost of its toll


Wedged beneath the latch

A chair bars the doorway

Facing the ceiling

Where a fan used to sway

But now it is gone

It lies upon the floor

Beaten by the strain

It couldn't take anymore


The plaster rained down

Pouring white in force

It spilled around him

Forming a line of chalk

So he lay where he fell

Groaning in agony

He thought it all would end

Then along came gravity.

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