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Wash

The scent of sorrow
spans between
empty bed sheets
and unread dreams.

Summer wanes
and days decidedly darken
the truth,
an unheralded tune.

My words once writ
now hung out
as autumn’s death
dries them.

© Grace Black


If you have a minute you can pop over here for Sixty Seconds: an interview with Grace Black hosted by Flash! Friday and Rebekah Postupak.

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My first Flash! Friday win for “Depression Glass”

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