Edits

For a night, I was God.
With a glass of red in one hand and
a pen in the other, I sat on my bed
and reread the last few years of my life.

I was stranger among my own thoughts,
a voeuyer into a life I no longer knew.

All my private mistakes laid out
in scribbled frantic strokes, but clear.
I sipped the wine, drank it down. I read and read;
I scratched out. Everything painful was delightfully
marked through over and over and over.
Every sin covered in black ink and gone.

10 Comments

  1. This has an intensity about it, a forthrightness that just comes out so clearly, almost brutal as the ending comes across with its ferocious bkanknesd. I saw thisvact itself like what I do in life, edit outbthe bad and just leave the good parts showing.mPowerful idea, powerful writing in a clear and thoughtful voice.

  2. This has an intensity about it, a forthrightness that just comes out so clearly, almost brutal as the ending comes across with its ferocious bkanknesd. I saw thisvact itself like what I do in life, edit outbthe bad and just leave the good parts showing.mPowerful idea, powerful writing in a clear and thoughtful voice.

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