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Defy the laws of grief.
Mourn as the sun edges
the bleed of night.

Sorrow trails over the lintel of every door,
caressing forgotten dead.
Wanting arms trail sackcloth
between the spill of light.

Wrap yourself in winter’s voice.
Cage your heart in the turn of fall.
Shade each eye with a breath of ash.

Your crumbling voice binds me: foot
and hand, to this Madyan floor.

I tried for a title, but this one won't have it.


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Oct. 8th, 2013 05:47 am (UTC)
Very evocative. *hugs*
Oct. 8th, 2013 02:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks. *Hugs*
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