flecks of eraser in the margins of an epic tale

the rampant
sorrows
have relinquished
their grip on my
aching ventriculars
and i have settled
back into my
place of
forgotten necessity
hidden away
a blank verse
fallen down
between the margins

two weeks until
fleeting light shines
on the cut character
relegated to a
undefined footnote
in an otherwise
glorious tale of
villainy and virtue
expecting to be
excised from the story
due to time constraints
unnamed caricature
nothing more than
a smudge on the end
of a pink eraser

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