©2023 michael raven
brittle break
my fingers
before you
whisper
metal rending
seduction
in my ears
because
i am sick, so
sick of love
& conquistadors
running rust
though their hair
sell me scarlet
down the river
sell me down
battered & bruised
past bolted
gardens delight
drowning, slipping
under the night
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