watching from the fire escape
I breathe in daylight, fresh air
a blue jay lands in a dead garden
her colors brilliant & offensive
dried leaves rustling like
fading nightmares
an urge to suck in colors before me
& vomit them back out
like the Destroyer God who
crushes galaxies in his hands
3 responses to “Dead Garden (a poem)”
Very dark and immersing! Great writing.
Thanks, Lucy! I’ve been inspired by your poetry, too!
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