(A Practice in Poetry)
Thick and textured
ragged and raw
Nights spent in heaps of dreams & sweat.
I reach for you, touch air –
fingers don’t forget.
Molten wax,
searing through all that’s left.
Throes of imitating flesh…
No human heart lies here.
While writing poetry has never been my forte, there are a handful of poems & poets I’ve really enjoyed:
- The assorted works of Shel Silverstein, including: A Light in the Attic
- Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti
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