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Black Silk Drawing

“In painting
he was sincere”

(Quack)

I was skillful
in the supreme madness
that accosted me

Impossible!

Fools are
insufferably
nothing,
possessed of black silk drawing

The bells jingled

It is nothing.

I shall not die
of proper caution

Azure fangs imbedded
seize the drops of moisture
fierce

I broke.

 

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Taken from A Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allen Poe

Posted for dVerse where we are writing erasure or black-out poetry.

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A wild soul writing poetry.

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