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Cut (short)

Was it stain intended, my pen lay against the parchment

Vitriol, incision screwed, filet heart bare, an open wound

Or saw teeth jagged, clawed and snagged against my hand,

Sliced thrice, what price, words precise, profundity avert?

                                ~ ~ ~

Respite

 
Pause
to ponder
day diminished
‘neath majestic oak
winter bare thine leaf
where goes no shade,
dreary
dank
damp
here I cooled
mine restless heart
when warm and
overflowing
bursting
yet it yearns
 
~ ~ ~

Opus

Enveloped

slithers by Indigo moon

wrenching, afflicts

ravages deaf silence

busts the rivets of my abyss,

explodes my desperate peace.

        ~ ~ ~

Prescriptions

her story bare begun

quick tangled in the telling

twisted down the road

tired ‘ere her finish

         ~ ~ ~

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