Tattooed Tapestries
Sweet Oblivion
Wearing his mark upon my skin
a patchwork tapestry of him
The bullet holes, their target met
the bewitching hour at 2 a.m.
Sins stacked inside babushka dolls
secrets tales, before the fall
The sacred fields of oblivion
and tender taste of dandelions
Are all that remain of scarred tattoos
unlike my hope, have been removed
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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"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
Comments (5)
Stunning poem. "the bewitching hour at 2 a.m. Sins stacked inside babushka dolls" I especially adore those lines. And that ending was superb too.
May you never lose hope, though all else be lost (much of it thankfully).
"Sins stacked inside Babushka dolls". I loved that line the most! You nailed this piece!
This is a beautifully written and evocative piece of writing
More thought provoking than sad I would say.