wr.
the world bleeds beneath your heels
so peel back into the dark
but set your fingertips alight to spark the
seasons in your heart bead the
red red ribbons hang them up
and stave off birds —
but kill your crows to make a living
and drink your life in swigs of words
tagged as: poetry. quelling quills and other qualms.
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