drowning.


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as through I dream

the dying things

and brambles

hunch with elbows

of the moon’s hoofbeats

on my white fingers;

mouthfuls of red

or shadows

to the mid-drowning

of the dream, I died once

in the ghost of the sea

you kill me.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a quadrille using the word Bramble in any form thereof, or even one you create containing the word.


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