#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

flattened

degraded

a storm

that had died

but it lay

dormant

till the sudden edge

of darkness

touched its hide

 

it seethed

inside

the bones of thought

and turned

my marrow

sour

leaving dirt

and scratches

on my soul,

I pray

the angels

scour

 

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About Blackbird

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