FORESAKEN – Frank William Finney

Forsaken 

 

I am the pen

she left

uncapped

 

The one she tossed

in the bottom

drawer.

 

I’m the line

she crossed

out

 

when she wrote

me

off

 

the one she

crossed

at every spot with

 

every hook

with every loop

with every slant

 

on every point

each blot, each space:

every trace of ink

 

ran

down

my legacy.

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