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What the Acid Stole From Me

over time, acidic

By R.C. TaylorPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
What the Acid Stole From Me
Photo by Liz Harrell on Unsplash

feeble flick of fin

disappearing down down down.

algae bloom flutters.

nature poetry

About the Creator

R.C. Taylor

I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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  • Harbor Benassa2 years ago

    Proof that less is sometimes more! I love how so few words conjure sharp imagery.

  • Paul Stewart3 years ago

    ooooh! love the alliteration in this!

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