Thursday, December 10, 2020

The Cherita, September 2020

Issue: "leave me here"

they fashioned

beaks for their masks,
nostrils stuffed

with lavender
to thwart the stench
of plague

no matter

how often I mend
the fabric of my life

loose threads
of regret still dangle
here and there

my senses

more alive
than they were

a butterfly's wing
holds all the colours
I cannot name

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