Anorexia
I linger in my
shadow-spangled
square of life
while winter trees
gently wave their
night-hellos
beyond my porcelain window,
anorexic rust-colored branches
tilting in refusal.
My square comes alive
in the dark, overflowing.
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2 comments:
Interesting...
flinching fiercely
really like that phrase shadow spangled :)
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