i look toward
my blood, root of the daisyed
deluded in each vein;
rain flutes midnight
through weeps of winter
laced over the moon-hot
hand and foot, a garden
of bones

as us where we lie like pearls
littered in our elusivebeds

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8 replies

  1. Fascinating imagery! 🥺💕

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  2. Meshed with my mind in a lovely way, thank you.

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  3. Everyday, a winner. One day, I will find the poetry in me again.

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