4/17/17

alt lit, free verse, poetry 1 Minute

When she shakes,
I flake and flicker.
Stymied…
Sicker than ever.
Light congealing
on the nether
we tether timidly.
So-so sublimated
slovenly. Burned
by blood’s corruption.

-r. miller

Published by r. miller

I'm a fan of beards, cardigan sweaters, and good weed. Sometimes I write, and sometimes, people enjoy it.

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