Sunday, 12 June 2016

Trouble Clef











My tips blistered today
as the song begun once more.
On these flat fifty strings
my fingers struggled to strum to.

The measure seemed too wide,
too rich to wrap my head around.
Steady hands didn't help
as the refrain reached me.

My platelets were helpless
as the gush streamed on.
My blood turned tear-salty
whilst my knees rebuked the scurge.


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