April 11, 2011

NAPOWRIMO10






ghosts and Persephone

walk me with the wind tonight 
in faces full mud slicked light 
housed thick squeezed tight 
brick by brick right 
up til dawn's seed eaters rise 
yawned slimmed wear 
skin bared roots, 
her waters begin rared, 
stones skim 
one cell at a time 
one divide 
one ride 
one rhyme...

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