Distressed LeatherI am your heart pressed between pages I amDistressed Leather1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
your voice and your dreams and your
hidden secrets. I sit heavy
in your hand with what I know, I have screamed
in silence and whispered in chaos, I have
opened to soothe your heartbreak.
I have heard.
Today I live in soft leather, the unfinished, aged
kind they call distressed (and what irony),
my thick pages, thin lines and felt-tip script.
You slipped my corded clasp off hoping for fresh emptiness.
I waited on your shelf for years, I suffocated
under dozens of metal spirals and disintegrating
covers. I was passed from her hands, I was
a gift, and every time you smell my leather scent
you think of her. I waited,
until your hands cradled me and trust me, I was
always ready to listen.
(Each heartbeat of mine sends ink through your veins.)