Like red hot iron, this is best swallowed whole:
these obsidian blades
of semicolon days
where minutes languid
drag, reeking of
sour sweat & saudade
scant souls slendering
silent tombstones
sighing under
a sickle moon
Like red hot iron, this is best swallowed whole:
these obsidian blades
of semicolon days
where minutes languid
drag, reeking of
sour sweat & saudade
scant souls slendering
silent tombstones
sighing under
a sickle moon
4 responses to “shards, iii”
lovely!
Thank you, Catherin 💙
All the words beginning with the letter “s” make this poem have a certain sizzling feeling…well done!
Thank you. I wasn’t sure if anyone would notice and lo! Someone did… 💙