Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Flare
Yesterday I was wearing this,
broken silver chains around
my fists, mercury dripping
from my collarbone
onto the satin of my screaming—
Ringed with quiet.
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