The Poets Lovely Leash

They sing in sorrow as the paper waits for tomorrow. When a poet thinks of a memory that can’t be tamed -they become consumed by a portrait that can only be framed. Inside this portrait lies the leash that bleeds out a story on the floor as it opens itself to any poet who is willing too endure through its unforgiving shore. The leash must find a poets mind that begins to expire- when a poet finds sanctuary from the leashes twisted desire. When a poet realizes how the leash can be touched once more- they feel a sense of belonging inside their empty core. The poet shall strap their warm flesh to the leashes chilling leather- as they become one like a bird and its feather. Each poet sits and realizes pain as they start to scream and moan- understanding that by crawling beneath the bosoms of the leash they can cry out "I am home"! This is the story of the lovely leash that shreds through the paper that begins to wither and tore- as a poets hand quivers for more.