stalk the ankles
in the feast and death of the earth,
man of war
treetop ghost;
the moon shines
onto your bones
drinking the falling
of every fury
and kingdoms of blood
into the ghost egg
to root a shape like a python eye
while fingers lie
in the comets,
where to find
a universe
for all who drowned.
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Great piece Lucy. Exceptional imagery.
“to root a shape like a python eye
while fingers lie
in the comets,”
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Thank you so very much! 😊
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My pleasure sweetheart 💕
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That first sentence made me think of my precious little terrier lily! She deff use to stalk ankles. 🤪 great read once again
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Aww, that’s adorable. ❤ I have a cat that does that somewhat. And thank you so much, so glad you enjoyed this piece.
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I love this 😍.
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So glad! Thank you. ❤
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I really like this one. Makes you give a pause to thought.
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Thank you!
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Just doing some browsing. Great words here!
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