A Trap of Sorts

Charley Coffee
Nov 4 · 1 min read
Photo by Thibault Mokuenko on Unsplash

Sitting on the edge of a chair in an office, or a limb in the woods, or the tear in your scribbling heart, you find a way. A way through the thick.

Through the thick there is a hole covered by leaves, a word trap of sorts, that collapses as you give trust to the ground to absorb your mass.

The hole is dark, but as days pass it’s the hunger that steals your faith. It steals your longing to climb. To believe in…

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Charley Coffee

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A wanderer writing fiction, poetry, and a bit of freelance. Please don’t take my fiction literally… Or do, that’s fine too.

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