Coffee with Taylor Swift

Poetry Month Prompt #3 (musician in the title)

By Kiersten WeldonPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

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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.)

My brain is where most of my stories go to die. Whatever survives will end up here. Eventually.

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