You think a pretty terrible crime would be
to strap someone's mouth shut tight
and hand them a new balloon, empty
unable to breathe
life into
possibility...
you tilt your face to the sky
place a button on each eye
and think of
masking tape
on a worn wooden floor
and grow repulsed
at how we love to slash each other
down
to two dimensions.
A poetry prompt from Poetic Asides
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