Monday, August 9, 2021

Tissue by Elliot Foree

Looking at her is
sticking my hand into an open flame.

It burns, scarring my perspective, 
but if I were to retreat,

I’d become cold.
Unfeeling.

My burns become nothing
compared to a future without her.




Native of Houston, Texas, Elliot Foree is an aspiring novelist publishing poems and short stories on the side. A fan of romance and cynical humor, they hope to pave their own way in the world.


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