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black lace

 

 

black lace won't let me sleep

 

it imitates crushed bones
and blunted fingernails

between rows
with my conscience

 

I've shut my eyes so tight
that dreams
               can't even
wander beneath
                chapped lids

just in case they
invite memories
                to dance
with ripped lingerie

at the bottom
of my bed

 

 

 

Author notes

prompt:

"I gather and roll
like bleached out bones:

her memory"


By: white stone

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This one's a bit werid and not my best, but I'm ill and kind of hoping that's a good enough excuse.

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  • perfectsunset gold member
    August 6

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    This was stunning.
    As always, you take the prompt
    in such different direction yet
    still bring out the beauty & depth.

    Astonishing work here hun,
    loved it.

    Best of luck & thanks for entering


  • perfectsunset gold member
    July 24
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    Your prompt:

    "I gather and roll
    like bleached out bones:

    her memory"


    By:  white stone