Purses full of
Cloying secrets
Clawing through
Piercing armour
Waking me
Beneath the trees
Every
Scorching magenta
Dawn
🔥
Dragging
Weighing my
Body down
As I trudge on
Clattering
Inch by
Inch
⛰️
Little by
Little
The material
Comprising soul
And suit
Eaten away
Rusting
In the destructive
Path of a past
Kept just out of
Sight
🌧️
Truth escapes
Sublimating
Clouding up
As it sizzles
Integrating
With the
Atmosphere
In the
Sun’s first rays
Neon
Toxic
Staining
My skin
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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“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
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Beautifully describe. Love the short lines.