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Eradication

Futility

By Harper LewisPublished 3 months ago Updated 13 days ago 1 min read

She drags her eraser back and forth across the indelible lines of me,

an exercise in futility; I cannot be eradicated,

I linger, standing my ground in agony while her effort increases, senseless rage tearing holes in the page, murdering the story to silence a character.

What I’ve created will live on long after she is cold in her grave,

forgotten and lost forever.

My words remain.

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About the Creator

Harper Lewis

I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈

MA English literature, College of Charleston

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  • Andrew C McDonald3 months ago

    Lovely work. Very deep. Great job.

  • Rachel Robbins3 months ago

    You are definitely NOT to be erased. Beautiful words.

  • Paul Stewart3 months ago

    Powerful lass. You're here to stay whether she likes it or not. That last line is so simple yet packs such a right hook. Well done.

  • Shirley Belk3 months ago

    To me, the image became so much clearer and had peace.

  • Milan Milic3 months ago

    The idea of trying to erase what was never meant to disappear.

  • John Cox6 months ago

    Life as language is a beautiful metaphor: senseless rage tearing holes in the page, not me, is powerful! Wonderful, self-affirming poetry!

  • Sandy Gillman8 months ago

    This gave such a powerful image.

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