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#71 [the hiss of flowers / the quivering] by William James



the hiss of flowers / the quivering

pulse of a fawn / elegant scavenger,


monstrous & perfect / she dreams

in circles / heavy with static /


buried by the hum & groan

of a frozen mountain / rats coiled


around stones licking at the dust /

the commonplace is holy / the sun


a vile animal screaming at broken glass /

awaken, oh destroyer /


lay your skeletal claws cold

against my neck / scratch my skin


until i am nothing but smoke

& light / the glowing euphoria


of fear slowed to a hum /

the sick, sweet taste of blood



 

William James is a writer currently existing in the Queen City of Manchester, NH. He was born, once, and has been surviving ever since. He's on the internet at williamjamespoetry.com or on Twitter (@whoisthebilljim)




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