
canopies of iron skies
leak condensation,
broken beads of sweat
and acid rain.
clotheslines shift
to forgotten gallows,
where she hung spirit
alongside forms
of hollow trees
[that drop wilted bark,
like a snake's skin].
rotted forms
of foundations crack
in icy embraces.
[it got under her flesh.]
she rests in metal nests
that hold her broken neck
with wire fingers.
sweet suicides
of shattered minds;
life's dirty laundry.









Wonderful job













you made the odd picture come alive with your wording and depth. it just says so much well done hun

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