in ashes I subside.

the shaking rain
of white lies split in my head
whored forgotten to snakes;

in footed trees that grow from my chest
crickled in the occasional drunk root,
and a well-stirred death,
in ashes I subside.

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  12 comments for “in ashes I subside.

  1. February 5, 2021 at 9:09 am

    I wouldn’t call this butchering words, but it does have a lovely chopped-up feel! Thanks for the shout out 😊

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    • February 5, 2021 at 10:00 am

      Hahaha, thank you.

      And anytime, you deserve it. ❤ ❤

      Liked by 2 people

      • February 5, 2021 at 1:22 pm

        I agree Ingrid-wise; It’s far less word butchery than finessing and finagling disparate parts.

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  2. February 5, 2021 at 8:47 pm

    Love that last line. Well done!

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  3. February 6, 2021 at 2:36 pm


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