Just Turn The Page
I hear you saying
Don’t close the book, just turn the page, I hear you saying.
It is not a book,
It is a block of marble.
It is not a page,
It is a slab carved out like a veil.
Those stories are not made of ink,
They are scars chiseled in by hit or miss.
Try now to convince me this is not set in stone.
Not all stories are created equal,
Whether they hit warm skin or cold marble,
Nothing digs deeper than chronic drops left unattended.