Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 302 - Fissure


I tore the thin skin
of my own daintiness

my scream penetrated
all the rooms  stopping time

so for a moment   there was no breath
this disease I    would prefer

a blow   to think that water coursing is
causal of the split

inside    all my self is shriven
ghosts are given up

to the effort of the next day  where
the tender kiss of paw paw

sudocrème trails   whisps of
early motherhood where

 late senescence walks  
 fetch me doughnuts please   

 now seat me   
 find my throne


  1. How eloquently you describe the pain! A fine poem indeed :)

  2. make mine churros con chocolate


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