Pseudopsychosis.

Silent to my blood.

silent to my blood
along the bone garden

I have known the
women, living and dead,
eyes seized the one moon,
(a ghost sleeps)

in my body
dissociating a star at my spring bones
my garden, my home
a sparse death in my hair
the wind.

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Lucy

“Poetess of darkness”–dVerse community; cat hoarder, guitarist, keyboardist, psych major.

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15 responses to “Silent to my blood.”

  2. Physical poetry, gardens illuminated by haunting specters of the moon (oddly threatening here), and a macabre tension between movement and breaking. Once again, you craft an elegant window into your mind’s working. It is good to see you back to your style.

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