The soot that’s settled

face

Even with an aim beside
scorched in miles of words,
in silky chimes of bullets
maybe
bruised like butterflies.
Soot still settle deep
as spirits spilled on ink.
My mind is brimming
with trite signs spelling
directions to the lucid land
behind your silent hands.

Linked to Tess Kincaid’s Mag Tales and Brenda Warren’s Sunday Whirl

January 25, 2014

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