Air a flayed hiss against porcelain dusk
metallic grit on the gums
light a pale bruise at the edges
sky an iron taste of fatigue
silence a frozen breath trapped in wool
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Ground a brittle crackle
soil an old green ghost
leaf rims sharp enough for blood
skin a barktight restraint
the whole world a clenched jaw near breaking
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Parallel heat
animal musk of new arrival
warm salt milk steam from small skin
pulse a frantic moth in wet velvet
firstness a feral challenge to the cold
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Cold perfume a boneclean sting
smoke a smudge thinning on the cheek
warmth a secret folded inward
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Beneath the collapse
tiny heft a violent shimmer of life
lanugo fuzz the flavor of future storms
eyes wet mineral black
new gravity a quiet pull on the ruin
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Wind a blade
light a thinning filament
air a single cold point
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And in the crook of an elbow
raw furnace heat
a spark like cracked enamel
warmth a dangerous seed
a dead world rewritten
from the inside out
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Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
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I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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