Felt Tip Fate

By Gabrielle Bowman

Our lives are not written by lead but ink

We cannot simply erase,

For each Perilous heartbreak, or awkward tumble 

Is mended, molded, binded, bolded

There is no ctrl alt delete

No treasured backspace, 

but immortal ramblings of crazed ink smudges stretching across milenia

We are bound by the felt tip fate