Go ahead.
Giving up the ghost
A gut pulls to pieces
A mangling of a brain
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A year past
A March so long ago
A sleeping princess wakened to the kiss of a bell.
Defeatedly, oxygen packed my lungs.
Limb’s quiver like a fawn
Now
I sleep night long with the light on
Chirping birds coo me awake.
With a glorious tune
Five cerulean necromantic jujubes
No more
Billy • Aug 9, 2023 at 9:25 pm
Skills Acknowledged. Nice poem.