Unbidden, unwieldy,
lugubriously begotten
sneak-thievery.
Slip-shod and heavy
more sidling than falling,
pressing, murkily compressing,
sandwiching
‘tween twilight’s doorjamb
and fantasy’s frayed hem.
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Under the bones of the sky she splinters into inadequate words
1 comment:
This ain't no pool of drool, and I doubt that frayed is hem. These be sapphires or is they emeralds? Likely, I suppose, the latter, given your crayon color. Peace.
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