Ripped Asunder

MindDrippings ( sarah)- Tossed, 2012

 

Ripped Asunder

layers left—

a peeling pain

I’m curdled on

the shelf

my mind’s parkour,

detritus

in triple form,

doubles back

as red birds peck

marigolds for their juice,

a copper ink,

I bathe in nature’s filth

to convert my sanguine loss

into raw, ripe,

drip . . . drip . . . drop,

hungry ache…

©Grace Black

 

 

 

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