A contemporary poem about no leash for the ache, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
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There is no leash for the ache, only the hand that keeps returning. We meet where the dark gets animal. No vow survives the first bite. Still, I follow the warmth away, carrying my name between my teeth.
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A dark poem of bathroom, can't, and foresee, holding fear, fracture and survival in view.
A dark poem of moments, cherished, and now, holding fear, fracture and survival in view.
A dark poem of meridian, passes, and sun, holding fear, fracture and survival in view.
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