Sin Queen

An unbleached Prayer

By Veronica Published 2 minutes ago • 1 min read

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Cinquain / Sin Queen

"Hymn to My God, My God,

In My Sickness"

Don't Mix In The Bleach Yet

I need to be Pure in this Rot.

Mercy!

Cinquain excerpts Free Verse

About the Creator

Veronica

I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.

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About the Creator

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