Sung in Seventh OctaveLaura TitzerJan 24, 20221 min readWaves that start from nettled toenails : Doors that slowly shut, never resting#PoemADay #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #micropoetry #WritersPost #writerscommunity
I’m always lonely when you’re aroundRoaches rustle up Legs, screams catch in a black box; Septic words sting, black mold builds strength over time, A monster, as you call it.
things my feet catch in high tide:venomous brain cells manic marrow memory-rich barnacles fretful fingernails fatty judgment
UntitledAs if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.
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