peril/

©2021 Michael Raven

i darksee the hurt share we
tattoo blood smeared me
painted for war
barbs, burrs and
busted glass words
gnawed for bloodsport

tangled in snares and
dawnrazor light scythes
            crawling
crawling                
in the mud towards
a more
painless oblivion

myhandyourhand
CLASPED
drag on me
through the wastelands we
to another fractish place

evermore it seems
this muddy plain
leechsucks the marrow
cold and harrow
ribbonstreams
damned, i am
but you...
might be set free

hands etherslip
see
SEE

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