Vertical Punches

Wounds wound around your finger
Enduring vertical punches
To mellow music
And a smile that simmers on your lips

Wind winds a still tornado
It's a painting in your mind
Where there's nothing to see
Only space to speak through

Between the love in the land
The lines in your hands
Where it endlessly begins

Knotted ends left astray
Spiral, figure eight
We're three layers deep
Novelty necessitates

Thinning woods
Walking in loops
Angry, but I'm used to you
Drawing reasons for the rage
Diagrams facilitate

Between the lines of the land
The love in your hands
Where it endlessly begins

Growing up
Watch the centre spin
Reminds me of a cat's cradle
There's intricacy in the neon
Whip weaving like you knew it all along



Credits
Writer(s): Stella Drinkwater
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