3/29/22

wren

Salt-stained ichor sprays from golden lips

Poetry punctuated by piano notes

When I wake up, who will I be?

Glittering dreams slough down my spine to pool in muddled troughs of starlight

Raindrops track diamonds down the edges of a grimacing sky

  • Author: wren (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2022 15:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    great imagery, thanks for sharing



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