Icefields:
I’ve died a thousand times, but can’t seem to shake myself loose.
I’ve died a thousand times, but can’t seem to shake myself loose.
Under a full moon I awoke with smudgy tears abandonment seeped into my muscles that heaved loneliness before Renee. #PoemADay #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
pry from juiceless loam, rub free all dirt and cut shafts, leave eight inches, snip the threads at the head and store in the dry part of your body. #PoemADay #poetry
smoke impregnates calm, upsetting natural ways, reacting with fear bee suits get thicker, I smell fireworks in my belly. #PoemADay #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #micropoetry #WritersPost