Olive ashes
we whittle at each other with our teeth
impatient courtesies between
dizzy dins of bickering
.
undressed on a bed of olive ashes
skin begins to smoulder
under a song-blue duvet
.
sometimes i sweat
beneath my comforter but then
i shiver without it
About the Creator
Sean
A lover of soft cheese and delayed gratification. I prefer plants to people, more often than not. Dirt is my medicine and filth a form of therapy. Most of these words should find a home among compost but hey, at least I'm still writing.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl6 days ago in Fiction
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