Day 7: Shearing
Shearing
Once I floated on assembly lines
Until I was shorn free
-Shocked into sleep.
Woke in a band pressed tightly
fresh and crisp
As was well.
I was an exchange for a tiny hump
Of white. Slept in lavender darkness until
A sudden light!
A gap in a smile laughed at me
And now, I dream
With stains and creases
Tears and scribbling's
I dream of broken, shattered
things*. The tears I'd seen
musty pockets, soap water
I'm pushed forward on this
assembly line and I
dream of distant pains*
that still remain.
The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write about money. I figured I'd do a POV.
*the line above was culled from Rust Geek, here.
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