Seraphine falls
Gold trickles down my hands,
dirt and ash,
sparks at the lifelines -
stars on storm lines.
Lightening explodes along my bones
in call or answer
I don't know -
my skin a cloak
to crackling blood -
flames adding up
the questions
I didn't ask.
dirt and ash,
sparks at the lifelines -
stars on storm lines.
Lightening explodes along my bones
in call or answer
I don't know -
my skin a cloak
to crackling blood -
flames adding up
the questions
I didn't ask.
LJ Ireton, 2024
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