strung/

©2021 Michael Raven

rope burns around my neck
waiting for the sky fell ash
blackthorn me septic
i wait to silence just as
i ever wait to silence
kiss print blood on my cheek
i sway and sway
blade pierced through heart
famished for a kind word given

wind
        a breath feather

with the letters jumbled fallow
                             reaching out

carrion child are we

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