Vise

Trapped between jaws;
both fixed and movable;
cool, grated metal edges
closer; time and space
minimized with each slow turn
of fate’s cruel hand
against the expanse
of my life.

*Day 8 of the 2010 April PAD Challenge. Today’s prompt was to pick a tool and write a poem about it.

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