“What is this?”
She grabbed at his hand
Splaying his fingers apart.
She traced the fine red line
Encircling his pinky
Before removing her glove
To reveal an identical
String of fate.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
“What is this?”
She grabbed at his hand
Splaying his fingers apart.
She traced the fine red line
Encircling his pinky
Before removing her glove
To reveal an identical
String of fate.