#293 of 365 – “dirt and scratches”

“dirt and scratches”


here it comes

this envy

rushing in

like the cold

as if I’ve opened up

a memory

to some nightmare

in the fold


I thought it



a storm

that had died

but it lay


till the sudden edge

of darkness

touched its hide


it seethed


the bones of thought

and turned

my marrow


leaving dirt

and scratches

on my soul,

I pray

the angels




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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