Sometimes healing…[fifteen words]

Sometimes
healing
is surviving
and climaxing
in loving
and falling
and the touch
of you

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Seasons Slip

My foot slips
and I slide
the thundering sound
of tumbling rocks
blinds me
until
I can no longer see
or dream
you

My mind slips
and I fall
and curl
into myself
making
the gutter my home
as autumn leaves
cover me
waiting
for the green man
to claim me
again

and I spit
and claw
resisting
fighting
refusing
to surrender
even as death
taunts
until I forget
to breathe
waiting
for snowfall

26 September 2018

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