Some.

Fossils in our bed, furcula
in throat, splayed a drowning
lest we know; ancient hibernations

anamnesis ribcaged
rigor mortis yawning; poisoned waves
beneath the creel and sects of
our darkened sleep

zeppelins
on triptych plains; a fear of water
and people; the surf rattles
in damp winter.

pet virus
drunk, jumps on each leg
like around the skull
of a tree; we choke
on wishbones, we can’t outlast.

© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.


First published in Volume Eight, Chapter 1 in Visual Verse Anthologies.


  7 comments for “Some.

  1. December 19, 2020 at 7:01 am

    Congratulations on your publication and a darkly wonderful poem!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. December 19, 2020 at 7:45 am

    Amazing Poem! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. SteelWarrior/PoetOfSteel
    December 19, 2020 at 1:08 pm

    Never before have I enjoyed a dark poem like that before O.O

    Liked by 1 person

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