stalk,
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 responses to “in ashes I subside.”
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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Hahaha, thank you.
And anytime, you deserve it. ❤ ❤
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I agree Ingrid-wise; It’s far less word butchery than finessing and finagling disparate parts.
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Thanks!
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Love that last line. Well done!
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Thank you!
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Exceptional.
xoxo
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Thank you. ❤ ❤
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My pleasure sweetheart 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
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❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you! ❤
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