careless reader

7.

the more you read my story,

the more the book is damaged.

your careless hands continue

to tear at the pages, unfazed,

and your clumsy fingers

smudging over the words

that fill the old, pale parchment.

my book is desperate to

abruptly shut in an instant;

deny your hands or eyes

any more access and

maybe even pinch your fingertips

in the process,

just so you can feel a fragment

of the aches you caused upon this story.

the story of my life is now

forever changed

and the damage you did

will always linger in

between the pages

and in between the words.

there is no way to mend the tears

and no way to remove the stains

your hands left.

and worst of all, to this poor,

book of mine's demise,

there is no way to

erase

the words you typed over

mine that were there before.

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