If only there was a vine
with leaves as footholds
to climb up to the very sun
and dim it's light a little bit,
would things in our universe
be any different?
Sunday, January 7, 2018
Queen
Summer,
ooze slow though the pores of her skin.
Water bearer, ice queen,
I am her fiefdom.
Channel anguish through nails,
languish in sedation,
simmer,slip,sever and claw back
and never sleep again.
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