Coffee with Taylor Swift
Poetry Month Prompt #3 (musician in the title)
Like sitting across from a tarot card reader
You somehow find my darkest, weakest moments
And tear them from my chest with no warning,
Laying them on the table for both of us to see.
.
I know I asked for this.
I know I called you here, but
How dare you expose me
And then ask me how I like my coffee.
.
As if you see my panic,
As if you see my pain,
You offer some secrets of your own
To show me that this isn't a sacrifice to a god.
It's a blood pact between two best friends.
.
Scars and stories-- mine, yours, ours.
The Star, the Moon, the crumbling Tower.
The building and breaking
... ... and subsequent reinvention
Of our cosmic souls.
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This poem was written for the Writer's Digest April 2024 PAD Challenge for Day 3. (All prompts can be found here.)
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Kiersten Weldon
My brain is where most of my stories go to die. Whatever survives will end up here. Eventually.
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This was absolutely beautiful! Loved your poem!