suppliance of a minute – sam lucero

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suppliance of a minute – sam lucero

when i was heaving in the mineral mirror
i saw you salting at the headstone grime
winking red-brick powder
clapping in the dragon’s blood

but tonight my heart is oozing metal
satin rupturing steel, bleached & fainting
you are motionless as the opaque acheron
bolting me back to my own misery
rooting me in tearful flickers of delight

& i see now how i live bright-black crumpled
in a phoenix pile of wing-shaped ash
for asymmetrical decades facedown, mourning
how the stars were strychnine
& my naive eyes consumed them raw

samantha lucero (sixredseeds)

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Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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