The dust of unspoken regrets
Unrequited realizations
Permanently dessicating my tongue
Forever flavoring my memories
Ceaselessly scenting every moment
With musty flecks of rumination
My muddy eyes’ve always given me away
Old and tired
A wizened woman wearing the guise of a child
Prematurely parceled out
Repackaged and deceptively cut
Sold for pennies on the dollar
While dust raged through the holler
Nothing more than a low-rent commodity
While theives absconded
With my years, not just the best of them
Walking the daytime wearing
The skin of my fears
Mocking me
Blowing away in the blue prairie wind
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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