ink slimes its black
and worms trails
in souls with words
pithy as coal
oxygen breathes colour
and swims in silky
angels in tow
frayed wire hung
What a sky to set your words to!
Isn’t it beautiful? I caught another tonight, so hopefully there is at least one ‘keeper’ for the week.
you paint a torturous image
Great! Then my job here is done….. 🙂
A redemptive brittleness to this one. Excellent, Melody.
Thanks Rob. I like the term brittleness…I think it fits.
I kinda thought so. It felt a bit sharp, but…hopeful.