death a
breeding ground for life
~Sreenath
revise
the syntax to approximate the destruction
~Elancharan Gunasekaran
it's
hard to throw away pictures of the dead
~Patrick Sweeney
Death serves me
coffee and sits
at the table.
He points outside.
Those trees will
remain without you.
Want
more cream?
~Nolcha Fox
effigy’s
final act of resistance: a smile
~Elancharan Gunasekaran
where
the bleeding was internal rhyme
~Kelly Moyer
grey
upon grey and into the afterthought
~Elancharan Gunasekaran
slipped
away
you slipped away
into some foreign sea,
a message in a bottle
i
wasn't meant to read.
~linda m. crate
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