Her words


Her words


like warm syrup

swallowed luxuriously

trickling viscously, languidly

carrying their warmth

to the pit

where the fire ignites

envy deep envy

The wall

structure of assured reality

concentration of will and purpose

chaotic particles colliding and bouncing

dissonance seeking resolution


The companioning

of strangers lived lives

breathing life into shallow lungs

Hands clasped in repose

Hands of the crone

peacefully unrecognised


Her words

restore presence

of the metallic blue sea

hungrily beckoning

siren calls

turn and walk away

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